Page 65 of Look What You Made Me Do

Flashes of memory start flickering in my mind. Lucas carrying me up to his room—then there’s a huge chunk of missing time—then he’s fucking me—and, thenanotherchunk of missing time…

He drugged me.

The fucking asshole.

Rolling off the bed as quietly as I can, I grab a throw blanket and wrap it around my body, then I find my dress on the floor. My underwear is nowhere to be found, but that's the least of my problems at this point. I take my dress into the bathroom, so I can get dressed without waking him up.

The light is already on, and when I walk in, I catch a glimpse of myself in the large framed mirror that’s positioned over two marble his-and-hers sinks. I gasp when I see myself.

With a trembling hand, I push my hair back, which is a tangled mass around my shoulders, and inspect a red streak that’s just below my ear. I step closer to the mirror to see what it is. It looks like a bite mark. I vaguely remember Lucas biting me, then licking up my blood.

My gaze wanders to the rest of my body, and I choke back a sob, when I see the sheer amount of bite markseverywhere. A couple must have broken the skin, because there’s blood coating the inside of both my thighs.

Grabbing a washcloth, I wet it quickly, then drop the blanket and start cleaning off the blood that’s smeared across variousparts of my body, scrubbing so hard that my skin is left red and inflamed.

“Getting clean, so I can dirty you up again?”

With a yelp of surprise, I drop the washcloth and spin around to see Lucas leaning against the doorframe, his muscular body on full display. He’s not shy or embarrassed by the fact that he’s standing in front of me without a stitch of clothing on. His cock hangs heavy between his toned thighs, already half-erect.

I reach down and grab the throw, then pull it up around my body.

He laughs. “It’s too late for that, baby. I’ve already committed every inch of your body to memory.” He closes his eyes, and the corners of his lips curl up as he seemingly plays back the images of me.

I grab my dress off the counter, balling it up in my fist. I just need to get out of here. I’ll figure everything else out later.

His arm darts out, blocking my exit. “Going somewhere?”

My heart stops. “You drugged me last night.”

I don’t know why I’m stating the obvious. Maybe I’m hoping he’ll deny it.

He looks amused by my statement. “I did.”

There isn’t even ashredof remorse in those cold blue eyes. He’s been invading my body, my mind, my space, and not even a sliver of regret for any of it. If anything, he looks pleased with himself.

I shake my head, tears threatening. “You had no fucking right, Lucas.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “It was either drug you or force you.” His gaze flicks over my face, a smirk on his lips. “But why do I think you would have preferred the latter?”

I clench my teeth and swallow. “You disgust me,” I spit out.

“Disgust you,” he repeats with a shake of his head. His hand moves quickly, grabbing my throat, just below my chin, movingme back, so I’m pressed up against the sink. “Why don’t I believe that?”

His grip isn’t painful, it’s just holding me immobile, a show of force that’s meant to intimidate. And it does. My heart is beating so fast, I feel like I’m about to pass out. Long seconds tick by before he finally releases me.

“Get back in bed,” he commands, moving aside so I can pass.

The last thing I want to do is piss him off, so I do as I’m told, walking barefoot across the cold bathroom tiles and into the bedroom. He’s following close behind as I climb onto his massive bed, and lean against the mountain of soft pillows, half-sitting, half-reclining.

Lucas walks around to the other side of the bed and settles into the spot next to me. He turns toward me, his head propped up on his hand. He’s so casual, you’d think we were on a Sunday picnic.

“Why are you like this?” I’m brave enough to ask somehow.

“Like what?”

I swallow. “I don’t know…evil.”

He laughs at that. “I’m not evil, Wyn. You just think I am, because you’re not willing to face certain parts of yourself.”

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