Page 129 of Voracious

“My dick has already been inside you. We’ve had sex, so why not?”

My frown deepens, and I glare at him. “That wasn’t sex; that was rape.”

“Tomayto, tomahto.” He stares at me, dropping his gaze to my mouth. “I was giving you a break from the others. I went gentle on you.”

I shake my head with a disbelieving laugh. “You’re so incredibly sick.”

“The only sickness I have is wanting you. Everything else has just been a mistake. I wasn’t supposed to join in that night. I was just supposed to teach you a lesson. Letting them near you will forever be my biggest regret.”

“You already said that, but that doesn’t take away the fact that you raped me. Why?”

“Why what?” His brows furrow in confusion.

Gah! I hate him and his fucking obliviousness to how horrible he is to me.

“Why did you rape me?”

He sighs and attempts to tuck strands of hair behind my ear. I bat his hand away, and he says, “Have you ever let intrusive thoughts win?”

I shove him and stand. “Stay away from me, you monster.”

“Ask me how many times I’ve fucked you.”

My silence fills the air, but my heart rate is accelerating.

“Nine times,” he says, and my face drops. “You were so easy to drug. You always had a bottle of water next to your bed.” He stands, towering over me. “I saw opportunities to take what I wanted, so I did. I tasted you – kissed between your legs, licked, fingered.” He gets even closer, and I’m shaking. “Did you know a person can still have an orgasm while drugged? Feeling your pussy gripping my cock only made me want more.”

Tears slide down my cheeks, and I somehow manage to breathe. My bones are rattling, and I look away from him. If he was doing that when I was with Kade… was my daughter his?

“When I was with Kade,” I manage to push out. “Did you drug me while I was with him?”

He shakes his head. “No. It wasn’t until later. I waited for so long – you were so young and small and innocent; I didn’t want to hurt you. But when I found out you’d already been broken in, there was no more reason to wait. You will learn to love me, Stacey. And as soon as you do, I’ll be good. I promise.”

I flinch as he strokes hair away from my wet eyes.

“Say you already love me.”

Delusional. Absolutely delusional.

I don’t respond.

He sighs and drops his hand. “I need to buy you a dress.”

Of all the things I thought he might say, that was way down the list. “A dress?”

“A fancy one. I’ll go into town and find one. I know your size. Can I trust you to shave your legs with my razor, or will I do it?”

I grimace. “Are you serious?”

“I want you to look your best,” he replies, trying to stroke his knuckles down my arm. When I raise a brow, he pulls his phone out and shows me Bernadette’s message. It’s an invitation. “You’re going to Bernadette’s birthday party, sweetheart.”

I nearly choke. “Why me?”

“It was one of her conditions. She wanted you personally to hand over the USB, and she wanted you as an audience. I’m not allowed to go, but she gave me her word you’d be safe and her permission to drop you off and pick you back up.”

He can’t be serious. “And you actually believe she won’t do anything to me? Are youinsane? No, I’m not doing it.”

A smirk, then he sits up. “It was either that or she said she’d run a trace on my email, shows up here and take you anyway. I agreed to her conditions, Stacey. You’re going. Plus” – he clicks his tongue – “Kade will be there.”

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