Page 73 of Ready Or Not

Manson pulls me upstairs. He shoves me through the kitchen, then around to the stairs. He marches us both upstairs, past the room where they fucked me when I was tripping, then down the hall where he digs in his pocket.

“We have a deal, Rachel,” Manson says, his voice low. “Don’t forget it.” He pulls out a key, unlocks the door, then pushes me inside.

I stumble, catching myself. Riley’s lying on a couch in a small, comfortable bedroom. She snaps up when she sees me.

“Her pussy’s wonderful. I can see why you’re obsessed.”

My face burns.

Riley jumps off the couch. “Did you hurt her?” She grabs my arm, yanking me behind her. I turn to see Manson smirking. He crosses his arms. “If making her come over and over counts, then yes.”

Riley turns to look at me. There’s something in her face that makes me feel worse. I look down. I just fucked her boyfriend. Against my will, but still.

“Rachel? Look at me.”

I do. Her eyes bore into me. In this moment, she looks just like Cali. Protective.

I swallow. “I’m fine.”

Manson has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Riley turns back to him, her body relaxed again. “Whatever, Manson, you know I don’t care where you stick your dick.” She motions at him like she’s waving him off. “I’ll tell you about Noel if you get me out of this goddamn room.”

The room goes utterly still. Riley smiles sweetly at Manson, but I can see the calculating expression in her eyes.

“Let me be specific,” Riley crosses her arms. “I’ll tell you about him if you give me my freedom back. No more keeping me under lock and key.”

“No.” Manson’s response is immediate.

Riley stiffens slightly. “Yes. And only under those conditions.”

“No.” Manson turns and slams the door. I hear the lock clicking in place.

“Well.” Riley turns back to me and smiles. “He’s in a good mood today!”

I look at her, unsure how to respond. Clearly, she’s being sarcastic. Right? Because he’s not killing either of us, he must be in a good mood?

Riley does a double take, and her voice gets serious. “He hurt you?”

Am I okay? I don’t even know. Her concern makes me feel even worse about myself. Her boyfriend, husband, stepbrother,whateverjust fucked me, and she’s being kind? Riley knows how to be kind?

I swallow harshly.

Riley’s staring at me. I can feel it, but I don’t look at her. She’s silent for a minute. “Okay. See, this is why I don’t want to be normal. Emotions look disgusting. Go get the shower started.”

I move like a robot to the bathroom. I just get the water started when I notice there’s a bath, and I turn that on.

Riley pops her head in. “No bath. Shower.”

I glance at her in confusion.

“I’m coming in with you, and I don’t do baths.” She pops back out.

Fuck. She’s going to be naked in the shower with me? My brain scrambles. I don’t think I’ve seen her naked. My heart flutters in my chest.

Riley pops back in, completely, stunningly naked. I stare at her, startled. Her body is fit and curvy, her tits looking huge and so much more full than mine. They round out at the bottom and sit perky.

I realize I’m staring at her tits, and I rip my gaze away, my face heating.

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