Page 53 of Dance of Devils
James glares murderously at me. “This ain’t over, Brooklyn.”
I’m caught between Lou and James.
Talk about a rock and a hard place.
But the hard place doesn’t look like he might try to literally kill me, or smack the shit out of me and leave me bloodied and aching.
So it’s the hard place, aka Lou, that I slip behind.
“Fucking slut,” James spits. “This ain’t over. Not atall.”
He turns and storms back to his car, slamming the door and burning rubber as he peels out of the parking lot.
“Lou—”
I choke as he grabs my elbow and yanks me inside. He doesn’t say a word, and I can barely think with all the adrenaline still roaring through my system, so I don’t even realize what’s happening until Lou is banging the office door closed behind us and locking it with a horrifying click.
Oh God.
“Lou—”
He grabs me, shoving me backward until my ass hits the edge of his desk.
“Lou!” I scream and flail, trying to shove him off me as he paws my body, roughly pinching my breasts and my ass and trying to kiss my neck. “Stop it!” I yell. “Get the fuck?—”
Pain explodes through my face as the back of his hand connects with my cheek. I blink back tears as he violently spins me around and roughly shoves me face-down across his desk.
“You wanna be a little whore?” he wheezes, his breathing labored as I hear him unbuckle his belt. “Not before I get a fuckin’ taste, slut.”
I go numb. Everything shuts down. I can’t fight, can’t do anything except lie there helplessly across the messy desk, inhaling the scent of B.O. and cheap cigars as Lou shoves up my skirt and grabs the back of my panties.
He yanks them down to my knees, and I flinch, curling in on myself at the grotesque feel of his hand cupping my sex from behind.
“Get ready, Brooky,” he breathes into my ear, leaning over me. The stench of his breath makes my stomach heave, and a tear trickles down my cheek as his fingers poke and prod around myvagina. “Get wet for me, baby. Yeah, you like that, don’t you…little fucking slut.”
I hear his pants hit the ground, and suddenly, it rips from my throat out of nowhere.
“I have chlamydia!!!”
Lou jerks away from me so fast he almost falls over backward.
“Thefuck!?” he hurls at me, retching. “Goddamn fuckin’ whore! Jesus Christ!”
He yanks his pants up and shuffles over to the small sink next to the wet bar near his desk. He makes another choking sound as he turns on the water and starts violently scrubbing his hands.
I’m still shaking, bent over the desk, positive I’m going to pass out or throw up at any second. I reach down and pull my panties back up with trembling fingers. Somehow, I push myself away from the desk.
Lou whirls on me with fury in his eyes. “Fuckingwhore!” he spits violently. “I coulda caught something from that fucking cunt! Jesus!”
He angrily buckles his belt again and glares at me before he marches over to the door and yanks it open. “Get the fuck outta my office.”
Gladly.
I shuffle past him, still wincing at the pain between my legs where he jammed his fingers into me.
“Go shake your fucking ass,” he spits. “And get that shitfixed!”
The door slams in my face, and I exhale a broken, shattered breath.
