Page 49 of Diamonds & Deception

“I heard about some of your other adventures. You like to be fucked in every hole.” He bites hard on my earlobe. The pain doesn’t feel good like it usually does. “At the same time. By many people.”

Sweat covers my body. Not from sexual excitement, but from fear. I don’t want this. I can’t see what’s going on in the room, and my body starts to shake.

“Drake. Please untie me. Take my blindfold off.”

“What fun would that be?”

His voice is different. Not soft and playful or even growly in sexual need. This is cruel.

“How many of us do you want to fuck you, Lenora? Hmm?” I feel his hands on my arms, then two hands touch my left leg.

I try to kick them away, but they’re holding me tight. Another pair of hands massages my left calf. I’m not a prude. I’ve read my share of reverse harem books. They’re great for fiction, but they’re not the lifestyle I want to live.

I only want to be with Drake. Another pair of hands stroke my neck. Holy shit. There are four men in the room, and all can see my naked body. I’m going to be gang raped if I don’t stop them.

“Drake. Please. I don’t want this.”

“I’m insulted, Lenora. You’ve had plenty of three and foursomes before. Am I not good enough for you?”

Holy shit. He knows. Heknows.Tears slip past the blindfold and drip down my neck.

“Please stop, Drake. Please.”

“Why? Why should I stop?”

Four sets of hands continue to rub and massage my limbs and they don’t bring any sexual excitement to me. I’m scared. I’m in over my head. If I confess to Drake, will he kill me?

I don’t believe he’s capable of killing anyone, but before tonight, I wouldn’t have thought he was capable of gang-raping me either. My body shakes and I can’t help the sobs that escape me.

“Please stop.”

“Why,Lenora?”

He’s breaking me. Piece by shattered piece. My body. My heart. My soul. I’ve lost him. I lost whatever it was that could have been between us. The lump lodges in my throat and I cry out, “I’m not Lenora!”

The hands on my legs freeze, but they don’t let go.

“Who are you?”

I shudder. My stomach shakes with sobs. “I’m not Lenora. I don’t do this.”

“Who are you?” he asks again, his voice low and stern.

I take in deep breaths and sniff. “My name is Nora Winters. I only pretended to be Lenora.”

The hands release me, but Drake stays hovering over me, not touching.

“Why.”

“Please untie me,” I beg.

“Why?”

“Take the blindfold off.”

“Why?”

“So you can see me when I tell you everything.”

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