Page 92 of The Torment of Two

“N-not y-yours.”

He lets out a derisive snort. “I told you not to sleep with him. Over and over again I told you. Did you listen?” He closes his eyes and his jaw muscle ticks. “I’d planned to woo you the old-fashioned way, but the considerable difference in our ages, my connection with your father, and my position at the university were all roadblocks. I needed to move more quickly, especially when you started seeing that boy.”

“I want t-to go home,” I say through my sobs. “P-please.”

Owen gives a sharp shake of his head. “That’s never happening. I went through a lot of great lengths to get you here—right by my side where you belong. There’s no turning back for either of us.”

“The w-workshop? You f-faked that t-to get us here alone?”

“A clever ruse, indeed,” he says with a delighted chuckle. “I had a lot of fun planning that. For any outsider, they’ll see my receipts for the catered food, all the plans and emails via my work email, and even my speaker notes for the workshop. All of it will keep the finger from being pointed my way. No one will be the wiser that it was all a farce.”

The pounding in my head intensifies. I want ibuprofen and to find Two. I want to get out of here, far, far away from this monster.

Dad will find me.

The sudden thought has my heart hammering in my chest. Yes. Dad will notice I’m missing and track me down. He’s overbearing and protective, so I know he’ll have tabs on me at all times.

“You w-won’t get away with t-this.”

Owen’s lips curl into a bright grin that makes his eyes twinkle. “I already have.”

“No. D-Dad will f-find me.”

He smirks. “I’ve taken considerable steps to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“How?”

“I was busy while you slept,” Owen explains, once again roaming his palm up and down my thigh. “As soon as both of you were out cold, I gained access to your phones using your faces to unlock them. Then I went back and forth, texting between the two of you. To everyone else, you used the workshop as an excuse to be together but then took off for Vegas to get married.”

My stomach clenches at his words. “H-How long have I been asleep?”

“Almost twenty-two hours. And that, my dear, is why you’re naked. You wet the bed in your sleep, but don’t worry, I took care of my girl. You’re all cleaned up now.”

Twenty-two hours. He undressed me and cleaned me and let me sleep for so long.

At least, by now, my parents are most definitely searching for me.

“T-Two?” I ask again, a mewl of terror following after.

“He woke up hours ago.” Owen’s lips thin out before he continues. “He’s been gagged because he wouldn’t shut his disrespectful mouth.”

“They’ll still find me,” I rasp out. “My phone—”

“Is at the bottom of the lake. Along with that piece of shit car.” He arches a brow. “Don’t worry. Your parents will think you two destroyed your phones to keep them from tracking you down and they’ll never find his vehicle. I tell you, it really was the ultimate plan and I executed it to perfection.”

My mind reels. Without our phones and with Owen leading them in a completely different direction, they may never find us.

So what happens next?

It’s clear to me Owen has plans. He speaks of us as though we’re a couple finally getting to be together. I’m not sure when, but he’ll eventually force himself on me. The thought of this monster on me and inside me makes me gag again.

“As soon as I get rid of that little shit,” Owen states, jutting a thumb over his shoulder, “it’ll be just you and me, sweetheart. Forever. Hell, I may retire early just so we can spend every waking hour together.” He studies me intently. “As for your virginity, I’m going to consider it still intact. I’ve given it much thought. Mr. Sheridan is nothing but a boy and knows the basics at best, whereas I’ve had years of experience in pleasuring a woman. The moment between us will feel like heaven for you, I assure that. It’ll feel like your first time when I make love to you and I’ll know exactly how to make your toes curl.”

“Rape,” I hiss. “It’s c-called rape. N-not love. Rape.”

Owen ignores me as he moves to stand. My heart nearly stops beating with worry. Is this when it happens? I clench my thighs together, openly sobbing now. He leans over and grips my jaw. Then he plunges his tongue into my mouth, moaning as he kisses me. I’m glad I can still taste the puke in my mouth. I hope he gets a taste.

He pulls back, panting, eyes locking on mine. “You see how good I am with my tongue, darling? I’ll show you soon. Here.” He fondles me between my thighs, causing me to cry out. “After I deal with the boy.”

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