Page 3 of Sinful Honor

And I froze.

It was not a harem, nor a romance novel, and definitely not a sexy sheik.

The cold, harsh reality—in the form of a hairy, overweight guy, lying naked in bed—slapped me in the face and left me desperately trying to suck air into my lungs.

Like that one time during our martial arts training when our instructor threw me on the mat and I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath.

I’d been temporarily scared then, but nothing compared to the horror gripping my chest right now.

Why the fuck was the guy naked?

Leather-jacket-guy pushed me into the room but didn’t follow. Instead, I could feel—and smell—Bull-neck right behind me.

I took a sidestep. Put my back to the wall and some distance between us, and my eyes ping-ponged from Bull-neck, who closed the door with a final click, to the naked man.

He was hairy like an ape, his small dick flaccid and all wrinkly and ugly. His face was twisted into a lecherous grin that gave me the hives and he ogled me with dark eyes.

Bull-neck walked up to him, leaned down, and whispered something in Italian.

I shivered.

Oh shit.

What the hell?

My throat closed up, cutting off my airways—permitting me to draw a single breath. Black spots started dancing in my peripheral vision, and my knees started to give.

I was going to faint.

I turned around, dashed to the door, opened it, then froze.

I was face to face with leather-jacket-guy, who was still there, guarding the door—his weapon pointed directly at me.

The next moment, Bull-neck gripped my hair and pulled me back into the room.

I stumbled backward, forced by the burning pain of my scalp, and the door closed in my face.

No escape.

When Bull-neck turned me back around, naked guy stood—his dick still soft and wrinkly, still ugly as sin—and grinned.

A shiver ran down my spine, followed by another one when the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against my temple.

I took a shaky breath.

This was it.

I would either lose my life or my virginity by being raped by an ugly, hairy Ape with a pencil dick and his garlic-loving friend.

My choice.

Always my choice.

“Suck him,” the Ape said in broken English and pointed at Bull-neck next to me.

Bull-neck’s fist tightened in my hair while his other hand held the gun steady against my temple.

I didn’t move.

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