Page 137 of Devious Knight

“He’s just a little…”

“Obsessive.”

“Um, Kade is just different to most guys.” And that’s why I liked him in the first place. To me, he was an untamed creature. As wild and as reckless as a mythical being.

“He sure is different. Are you guys seeing each other?”

That’s a good question. One I can’t answer one way or the other. “It’s kind of complicated between us.”

“I see.”

Nervousness gets the better of me, and I take a bigger gulp of my drink. Unfortunately, I don’t get the buzz I previously experienced. Instead, my head feels a little numb.

“Does complicated mean I can’t date you? Because that would be a shame.”

Oh boy. I wish I could have prepared more for this conversation. At least then I’d have some idea of what to say. “I think it’s best I don’t date at the moment.” Because I can’t be with the guy I want, and I shouldn’t be with him either. “Things are too complicated, and I kind of have to focus on my studies.”

“Now, that really is a shame.”

“Yeah, I…” Suddenly, he splits into two and the room spins so fast I grab the edge of the sofa. “Oh, my head.”

“Are you okay?”

His voice sounds stretched out, and he looks faded. “I think I drank too much. I need…water.”

Michael rests a hand on my leg when I try to get up, and his creeping hand pulls me from my stupor.

“I’ll get you some water when I’m done with you.” His voice is eerily calm, and he smiles.

“Done with me?” The room spins again, and I look at the wine glass in my hand.

The wine. I was fine until I had it.

The realization makes me drop the glass. I try to get up, but Michael grabs me.

I cry out from the shock and the roughness of his hands, but he shoves me down on the sofa and places a large hand over my mouth.

“No one can hear you scream in here. In here, I can fuck you as many times as I want, and no one would stop me or say a goddam thing to me.”

Oh fuck. I’m stupid. Michael. He drugged me.

The bastard drugged me, and he’s going to rape me.

I want to fight but can’t move. He’s too strong and whatever he’s given me has messed with my body and my brain.

“Let me go,” I garble out, but he pushes his hand down harder on my mouth.

Then, to my horror, he starts undoing his belt buckle and rips my dress clean off my body.

Tears pour out of my eyes and the room spins again.

My body feels heavier, like I’m sinking into myself and I’m going to fall through the earth. But still, I try to fight and get him off me.

His hand shuffles, and I bite down hard on his skin.

“Stupid bitch,” he yelps.

He moves his hand, and I seize the moment to scream as loudly as I can.

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