My throat feels thick, so I drink again. My arms are weighted. My body melts into the bed. This alcohol is acting quickly.Tooquick. I blink three times to keep him in view, to finish this conversation.
Something’s wrong.
“You shouldn’t have…”What was I saying?
I go to rest the cup onto the bedside table but miss my mark by a few inches, and it falls to the floor, my body thumping onto the mattress.
“Whoa.” My hands press into the bed to right myself. “Something isn’t…right.”
It’s wrong, very wrong.My breaths are heavier with the definite realization, but nothing makes sense anymore.
Alessio crosses the room, lowering himself on one knee in front of me. He grabs my chin to focus my gaze on him—which is good, because I’m unable to do it myself. He straightens me,smiling wide and a bit wolfish. I never liked his smile. It’s not like Lev’s.
Stay. Focused.My thoughts continue drifting. I shake my head, which ends up being a bad idea, as everything gets blurry. My heart thumps so loud, I think I hear it. Instincts are flashing alarms at me, but my body is too weighted to properly pay attention.
“I…I don’t feel good.” Blindly reaching, I go for his hand to stand. At least, I think that’s what happens, because I’m not moving.
Or is he keeping me down?
“I know,” he murmurs, his voice wrapping around my neck like a snake about to strike. “Ride it out. Let yourself feel so this hurts less.”
Ride it out…feel…hurts less.
“You-you drugged me.”Shit, fuck…I knew something was wrong.I need to get out of here.Panic claws at my throat, but he’s on me—he’s everywhere.
“Yes.” He ducks around my hand, his head diving for my neck. “You’re mine, so we need to make sure the world knows it too. That the deal can’t be contested.”
“Deal?” His lips skate up my neck; way too slimy, but my arms feel too heavy to lift and shove him. “I-I don’t…know what deal you’re…talking about.”
His teeth drag along the column of my neck as he whispers something I can’t make out before his hands come down on my shoulders and he pushes me down.
“N-no!”
My back touches the bed, my head on the pillow, making everything worse. Already, lifting any limb feels impossible, but being flat on my back robs me of my remaining energy. My leg kicks out but misses entirely, and Alessio grabs the top of mydress and yanks the two edges apart to my breasts, a loud rip breaking through my drug-induced fog.
It does more than shatter the haze, though. My phone tumbles from its temporary spot in my bra and onto the bed beside my hand.
Both drive through the alcohol and drugs, and I roll to the side, managing—somehow—to shove him off me.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
Alessio’s on me instantly, grabbing my hips to prevent my pathetic crawl, and I yell, hoping—praying—anyone will overhear. It feels like a useless waste of my voice, of the little energy I cling to.
“You’re not going anywhere, not until I get inside your virgin pussy and claim it for myself.”
A sob breaks as he flips me onto my back. He tears my bra before attacking my thighs, shoving up the bottom half of my dress. I kick him, but he’s quick to pin my leg with his free hand, my other with his body.
Lev.
Zeno was right about adding him as an emergency contact, though I doubt he picturedthisbeing the reason.
While Alessio is focused on undoing his belt, I press the phone’s side button, praying my strength holds long enough to manage at least this much. The emergency call screen flashes at the same time Alessio finishes with his belt.
I tap the first name before he has a chance to smack the phone away and drag me towards him.
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LEV
