Page 52 of Innocence
Then again, Lorenzo had done so many things to me, I wasn’t sure what qualified as punishment. One thing I did know, I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Ralph’s voice had been in the back of my head since last night. Slut, whore, tramp. Those were a few of the things he called me, and he was right. Why else would I orgasm? Not once, but twice. Then again this morning, when Lorenzo had his mouth…
I cut off the thought as heat flooded my face, and turned my attention back to the door. The purpose here was to leave the room.
If I was going to get out of here, I had to find out where here was. If I stared hard enough at the door, maybe I could will it to open, and I wouldn’t have to touch anything.
I didn’t trust this room. Lord knows what else is hidden in here. Everything was suspicious. The bathroom, wardrobe and two chairs could all hide things. Like the bed. Somewhere in there was the cuff my captor attached to my foot.
I was pretty sure he didn’t bring it with him. Then again, I wasn’t really paying attention. He didn’t leave the room last night. I kept praying he would when we were in the bath. And then again when he curled up in the bed beside me.
He didn’t. So, there had to be a place he was hiding all this stuff. But where? It felt like I was stuck in a maze, surrounded by boobytraps. Precisely why I was hesitant to step outside.
What fresh hell was waiting for me out there?
Blowing out a huff of air, I smoothed down the white summer dress I was wearing. I still felt naked, despite this being the longest thing I could find. I paired it with a purple cardigan that matched the dresses cute flowers, and a pair of white sandals.
Never thought I’d miss my old ratty jeans. Oh, and FYI, Angie lied to me. Thong underwear was most definitely not comfortable.
Alright, back to the door.
“Come on, Kya,” I said, forcing myself to muster up the strength, “you can do this.”
With a squeak, I thrust the door open and quickly covered my face with my hands. Hearing the pain and misery on the other side was one thing. I didn’t want to see it.
Except, the only thing I heard was a soft chuckle.
“Well, that’s not something you see everyday.”
That doesn’t sound like a monster.
Cautiously, I peeked over my hands.
“I’ve seen a lot of reactions from girls,” a man with sandy hair tipped his head and smiled, “Gotta say, yours is a new one.”
Like Carmine, this guy was dressed more casually. Jeans and a white shirt. Even his hair was casually styled. Kind of like he just woke up and ran his fingers through it. He himself however, was anything but casual.
A little younger than my captor, and just as handsome. He wasn’t nearly as scary though. There was a playful spark in his eyes that I might’ve warmed up to, if the bright hazel color didn’t remind me of Lorenzo’s brother.
Just thinking about Carmine’s dead stare was enough to make a shiver of fear rocket through my veins.
“Is it my shirt?” He tugged at the blue fabric covering his broad chest. “Because I told Jackson I didn’t need one, but he insisted.”
Was Jackson another one of them?
“You know how big brothers are. Always insisting that you do the responsible thing. Put on a shirt, Tobias. Wear a rubber, Tobias. Does he really think I’d deep dick some random without protection? It’s so annoying.” He groaned and shook his head. “Speaking of which…”
I stepped back when he paused to eye me. No one in this place should be trusted.
“Has my brother given you a deep dicking yet?”
I took another step back and muttered, “I don’t know what that means.”
“Damn girl,” Tobias’s brow rose. “Who raised you? Mike Brady?”
“I don’t know who that is,” I said, wanting him to just go away.
“Well, I can see you’re gonna be buckets of fun.”
