Page 56 of The Bargain

I tried to dissociate, tried to think of anything else as he rutted in me. He grunted with every thrust. I felt used and abused - as if I was being raped. What this how Opal had felt? Why she had become so unfeeling?

I just wanted him to be done, and I never wanted to do this again.

He finally came on a roar and I thanked the heavens for it.

When he leaned against my back and I felt his lips against my neck, I couldn’t help my gag reflex.

Bucking my hips, I threw him off me and rushed to the bathroom. I was just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet.

“Are you okay?” he asked, having followed me into the bathroom.

I quickly glanced his way. He was zipping his pants and walking toward me. I vomited again and he reached for my hair.

Swatting his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Please go.” I said, my voice breaking.

“Have - have you taken any drugs?” he asked tentatively

I let out a sob. Just when I thought he couldn’t hurt me any more than he already had... How much more could I take from him? No more. I was done now. I’d reached my limit.

I took a deep breath; now was not the time to break down. “Just turn around a minute, please.”

He frowned with confusion but did as I asked.

Grabbing one of the testing pots from under the bathroom sink, I peed in it. I stood up on shaky legs as the evidence of my fuck doll status made its way down my legs. Wrapping a towel around myself, I extended the sample pot to him. “Here. Take this, test what you want. Please just go.

“But you’re sick -”

I shook my head. “I’m not your problem. I want you gone - now.” I sat on the toilet, not even caring that I was almost naked. “Please, Mr. Beaumont.”

He jerked back as if he hadn’t expected me to call him Mr. Beaumont. But that was all he was, all he could be. I better never forget that ever again.

“Very well. If that’s what you want.” But he remained in the bathroom, shirtless, his hands in his pockets.

He had a fantastic chest, wide and tanned, with abs and a dark tail of hair disappearing into his pants. I couldn’t enjoy it though. No, I wanted him gone more than anything in the world.

I nodded. “Yes, I do.” I looked away. “Leave.”

I waited for a couple of minutes before turning back to look at the door. When I didn’t see him there, I sighed in relief. Dropping my towel, I brushed my fingertips across the red marks his strong hands left on my skin.

I let out another sob. Jumping in the shower, I tried to brush away my humiliation along with his smell.

‘It’s used or be used in this world, Amber. I use these men before they can use me. Always remember that, sister. Men want your pussy, nothing more. They’ll do anything to put their dick in you. They’ll lie and deceive. Let them do it, but be the smart one and fuck them as much as they fuck you.’ Opal had told me that one night when she’d come home with a man’s wallet and watch.

I cried silently under the hot water. I hated how right she had been. I knew how Dean saw me - as just a warm body here to satisfy his basic urges. But never again. I could never feel this low again, never feel so used. I would not survive it.

I needed to stay me, for Timmy. I could not become Opal. He needed my heart and conscience.

I would not let Dean Beaumont break me in the ways Opal had been broken. He was poisonous to me. Raising my hand to my neck, I touched the bite mark he’d left there. His venom was running through me, but no more.

I was Amber Collins and I'd stay Amber Collins even if that meant never letting Dean Beaumont close to me again. He will never use me again.

“Please, could you tell Ms. Collins that the car to the hospital will be ready in the next few minutes?”

The butler bowed. “Yes, sir, I will let her know.”

Sitting back in my chair with a sigh, I brushed my thumb back and forth across my lips.

I felt an unusual excitement at being alone with her in the car, if only for a few minutes. I'd been trying to understand why she’d been treating me like a plague-ridden bastard since that night in her room. I wasn’t sure why she’d sent me away the way she had. I’d made sure she had come before fucking her. I'd never really had that consideration before, with her or anyone for that matter, and yet, she'd freaked out on me and was making it her life mission to avoid me.

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