Page 47 of Vengeful Sins

I hand her the shirt, and she pulls it over her head, covering her upper body once again. She lies back and undoes her jeans. I move to the end of the bed and grab the feet of her jeans. “What are you doing?” She giggles as I pull her jeans down her legs.

“Helping you undress,” I explain, throwing her pants on the floor before I get undressed myself.

Maya watches me with a heated gaze until I’m in nothing but my boxers, and I wonder if a third round is not out of the question, after all. My cock hardens, and Maya’s eyes fall onto my dick.

“Don’t even think about getting that thing near me again tonight.” She shuts down all my hopes with one sentence.

“Fine, but I’m sleeping in the bed with you.”

“Fine.” Maya rolls her eyes, making me grin.

I flick off the light switch on my bedside table and climb into the bed next to Maya. I pull the blanket over us and slide my arm over her body to pull her into my chest.

“I didn’t take you for a cuddler,” Maya murmurs sleepily.

“Seems like you don’t know me at all,” I joke, when in reality, I’ve never been a cuddler. I’ve been more of a fuck them and leave them kind of person in the past, but Maya is different. I want her close, I want her pressed up against me as close as possible. I want to feel her, smell her and breathe her in. I want all of her and more. And at least for tonight, I have just that.

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MAYA

If I spent the rest of my life guessing, I would never guess I’d wake up in Tucker’s arms, in Tucker’s bed—at least, not without him having to tie me down to make it happen. And I sure as hell would never imagine being glad once I did.

Yet here I am, and I am glad. A little confused at first, before the memories come rushing back, but relief quickly follows the flashbacks. It could have been much worse last night, so much worse that I can’t bring myself to think about it.

Things turned out to be not so bad. If it had to be anybody, I’m glad it happened with him, even if I still can’t quite understand why he did it.

Unless he just wanted something to hold over my head. Could that be true?

I don’t want to think about that right now, with his heartbeat softly pulsing against my ear. I’m so tired of having to think about everything, looking for ulterior motives, looking over my shoulder to cover my back. It’s exhausting.

My face is practically stuck to Tucker’s chest, and my body is sore in a dozen different ways as I gently pull myself away fromhim. It’s enough to wake him up, which he does all at once, with his eyes flying open before he blinks rapidly and looks at me like he’s going through the same surprise I did when I first woke up. It takes a second for him to remember I’m here, but once he does, he relaxes a little. His head sinks back against the pillows before he rubs his eyes with his fists. “Good morning.”

It almost doesn’t seem like enough after what happened last night, but I’m guessing he’s just as clueless as I am. For once, it’s like we’re on the same page. “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks. All it takes is me rolling my eyes for him to get the idea, and he snorts a little. “Yeah, I guess not that great.”

But that’s the thing. I don’t feel terrible, and it’s because he was the person who used me last night. But what do I do, thank him for that? It’s not like this is an everyday situation. I doubt there’s an entry in an etiquette manual. How to thank the guy who fucked you when he knew you were drugged, and you couldn’t do anything about it. It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, either.

“I’m fine,” I decide. Even if that’s not exactly true, it will have to be, because I can’t wallow in this. Life has to go on. I did what I signed on to do, and it’s over now.

And now I’m in Tucker’s bed, wearing his shirt. Every part of this situation is more inexplicable.

“I’ve gotta take a piss.” He opens and closes his mouth a few times before sitting up, grimacing. “And brush my teeth.”

I would thank him for the play-by-play update, but I don’t have it in me to be sarcastic. Not when I remember how rough he was with me, how he took advantage, but then how kind he was afterward. He got me out of there, and brought me here, he took care of me.

I sit up, too, once he’s out of the room. The first thing I need to do is check my phone. Wren squealed on me, yeah, and I’mstill a little disappointed she did—but she’ll probably be worried, too. If the tables were turned, I’d be worried sick about her.

What a shame most of the texts and missed calls that have come through since last night aren’t from her. A couple are, but the majority are from Dad. Is he concerned? Wondering how I held up. If I need anything? Not exactly.

Dad: Where are you?

Dad: Get your ass home immediately.

Dad: Call me now. We need to talk.

“This bodes well,” I whisper, my heart sinking further than it already has. I mean, sure, things could’ve gone a lot worse last night. Things could be a lot worse this morning, too. But I’ve sort of been through a lot, and the last thing I need is my father up my ass, demanding things. Insisting I speak with him when speaking with him is the last thing I want to do now or ever.

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