Page 82 of Mad As Hell

Marietta nodded. “Bust.”

I’m a statue, I reminded myself, staring straight ahead as Adam repositioned the tape measure.

He fit it across my breasts, and then suddenly, it slipped, and his hand darted out to catch it. Instead, he grabbed a palmful of my left tit and squeezed.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a laugh as he moved the measuring tape back into position across my chest. “Ninety-one centimeters.”

I tuned them out as Marietta got more detailed in what she needed—neck length, shoulder width, and even the circumference of my damn head.

“Hmm,” Marietta murmured toward what had to be the end of this torture session. “Let’s do inseam in case I opt for a drop waist.”

Adam immediately knelt in front of me, his back blocking most of the view Marietta would have, as he once again tucked the edge of the tape measure under my foot and ran it up the inside of my leg. He stopped when his knuckles grazed my underwear.

I kept my jaw locked as he rubbed the back of his hand between my legs and made a soft grunt. My hands curled into impotent fists at my sides.

A finger dipped into the bottom of my panties and touched my slit. Unable to help it, I jerked back.

“Eighty-two centimeters,” Adam breathed, his cheeks ruddy as he slowly stood. His eyes met mine, his back still to Marietta, as he reached down and adjusted himself between us with a soft moan that I knew the laptop didn’t pick up.

“That’s everything I need for now,” Marietta called. “I’ll be contacting you again if I have questions, Madelaine. Oh, and congratulations.” The offhand comment was all I got before she signed off and I was left alone, in my underwear, with Adam.

I stared into his feverish eyes, knowing mine were dead and flat. I refused to move. I wasn’t going to cower and hide. What was the point now? He’d seen it all.

A small smirk quirked up the corner of his mouth. “I’m not supposed to hurt you. But if you say yes… I can be gentle.”

I ground my teeth together, waiting for the enamel to crack.

“Fine. I’ll see myself out,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping down me once more appreciatively before stepping back. “Mind if I use your bathroom first?”

He didn’t wait for me to reply before walking through my bedroom to my en suite instead of using the powder room out here.

I quickly bent and pulled on my clothes before retreating to the kitchenette. I grabbed a knife from one of the drawers and waited.

Adam exited my room and glanced at me, then laughed when he saw the knife. He started collecting the laptop. “No need for that, sweet thing.”

“Just like you have no need for your balls?” I commented coldly, touching the tip of my finger to the knife. I didn’t even feel the prick of it as blood beaded from the small cut I’d given myself.

Another laugh. “Cut them off, little girl. If you think all I need is a cock and balls to fuck you, then clearly Cain isn’t that creative.” His eyes lit up. “Your sister, though…” He rubbed his mouth, salivating at some memory. “She was usually up for anything. You’d be amazed at how much a cunt can stretch and what it can hold. I know I was.”

“Get out,” I hissed.

He smiled. “Fine. I’ll be seeing you around, Maddie girl.” He lifted the laptop case and walked out of the room. I waited for the door to close before lunging across the room and locking the deadbolt and regular lock.

My body started shaking uncontrollably, and the knife clattered uselessly to the floor. A sob tore from my throat as my knees gave out and I crashed down.

With numb fingers, I fumbled for my purse and pulled out the second phone—the copy of my old phone. I pulled up the text messages and sent out the only word I could.

Help.

CHAPTER 23

MADDIE

The key sliding into the first lock sent lightning bolts of fear through my chest. With a gasp, I jerked my head up and scrambled backward until my back hit the couch. I was shaking so hard that my teeth were clacking together when the second lock was disengaged, and then the door pushed open.

“Maddie? What the fuck?” Ryan demanded, rushing to me and kneeling at my side. He’d left the door open.

“C-c-close it,” I forced out, staring at the open doorway, expecting my nightmare to come back.

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