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He doesn’t touch me. His arms stay firmly at his sides, and my pulse races with each ticking second.

My heart is pounding.

My body is tingling.

Mouse jerks me over to him, and I’m whisked away, stolen from the man I want to consume every part of me. He glides his grubby hands down my stomach, and I jolt—yelp—as he plunges two fingers inside my entrance.

I gasp in disgust, and I smack his hand away. “I didn’t give you permission to do that, did I?” I say it flirtatiously, trying to act like I’m playing, when really all I want to do is punch him in his ugly face. Because how fucking dare he.

What did I expect? I did this.

He laughs and doesn’t seem to care about my reprimand, because he rubs his hard cock against my ass. I close my eyes to hold back any ill, gut-wrenching feeling.

This is my fault.

My lashes flutter open, and my gaze connects with Venom’s.

He drips with rage—there’s a blazing fury in his eyes. He’s murdering Mouse with his menacing stare. But I do something unexpected. I smile. Despite the situation, I smile and turn my head, resting my cheek against Mouse. “It’s okay. I like the way you touch me.” That could not be any more of a big fat lie.

Venom’s eyes flicker. His entire body trembles. And, for a moment, I think he’s going to slaughter Mouse, but then he grabs his clothing and stomps out of the room. Like it’s ablaze, and he’s escaping the lick of the flames.

It feels completely empty now, and disappointment courses through me. Mouse runs his hands all over my body, and I stare at the space where Venom once was. He left… He really left.

I didn’t want him to leave. So, good job, Angel. You did the exact opposite of what you wanted. You pushed him away.

“That’s fine. I get you all to myself.” Mouse grins. And I stare at the floor. Anxiety and sudden fear terrorize my insides.

“Let’s get more comfortable… on the bed,” I say, tearing him away from me before the bile leaves my throat.

He lays back on the mattress, and I straddle his nasty body. He sneers at me, and I already miss the touch of a man who should’ve never entered my dirty thoughts. I have zero plans of actually letting Mouse put his dick anywhere near me, because I expect to get what I need before I let that happen. I tie his shirt around his wrists as my wet pussy sits on his condom-covered cock, my G-string barely providing any coverage. But I’m not wet for him. I take the knotted end and wrap it around the post of the bed.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Tie me up.”

I smile, a fake smile, and kiss him. He tastes like stale beer and cigarettes. “You’re such a strong, sexy man.” Not at all. “I can do bad, very bad things to you.”

“I want you to do bad things to me.”

“You’re so hot, the way you run your club. Are you the one who runs it? Because that is so hot,” I whisper in his ear.

“I can be whatever it is you want me to be.”

“If you’re not him, I want to fuck you while he watches,” I lie.

Mouse thrusts upward, wanting to pierce the gap between us so badly. “Sorry, babe, he’s not around. Don’t know where the fuck he is, but I need my dick inside you now.” With one quick motion, Mouse breaks free from my makeshift cuffs—not surprising since it’s just a shirt—and grabs on to my waist, spinning me so fast I brace for the whiplash. I’m now trapped beneath him, caged in by his body. He snarls at me with such evil, alarms go off inside my head.

I’m not in control anymore. Don’t freeze, Angel.

He locks my arms up above my head, holding on to my wrists, and sucks hard on my nipple. It’s painful, and not in a good way. My heart races and I panic. I don’t like this sudden loss of control. I can’t feel helpless. I just can’t. I wiggle, trying to get out of his grasp, but he doesn’t budge. He holds me there, not letting go.

“You need to get off me now. I said this was my show.” My voice is angry, but shaky and scared.

“Nah, babe, your show was taking too long. It’s about time I get what I want.” He tries to push his way into my entrance, but I jerk forward, headbutting the asshole. Hard. “What the fuck!?” He holds his bloody nose and rocks backwards on the bed, almost falling over. “You fucking bitch!”

I jump up and grab my dress, slipping it on as fast as possible.

Okay, so my plan failed. Crap. I need to get out of here, and I need to get out of here fast, but my body feels weird. It’s numb, and the entire building’s starting to spin as the anxiety sets in. Fuck. Not now. Please, not now.

Once I’m back in the center of the club, I reach out for the wall beside me, in hopes it will hold me up and guide me forward. It’s getting harder to breathe, and the room seems like it’s getting smaller, the walls closing in.

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