Rose made moving on sound so easy but therein lies the problem.
I didn't want to move on.
I didn't want to forget the explosive connection I had with that stranger. I didn't want to forget how terrifyingly exciting it was to be bound, claimed, and used. Every time I closed my eyes, that was all I could see.
My eyes burned with tears, my chest tightening with every breath I took.
I didn't know I had been walking unconsciously until I stopped to take in my surroundings. I was away from the club parking lot, now in the lonely, quiet streets. An alley was right down the right side of the road, slashing a wave of fear through me.
The air that brushed my skin felt sinister, making me wrap my hands around myself. I guess it was the wrong night to wear a short, sleeveless dress. I took that as my cue to head back to the club.
My heart almost spilled out of my chest when I turned around and saw the same guy from earlier who was trying to grind against me.
I gasped, staggering backward.
"Hello again, doll." His grin was sadistic and unhinged. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Piss off," I ground out through my teeth, clenching my fists.
His eyes were dark and hungry, taking in my cleavage and every curve of my body with a twisted fascination. It made my skin crawl and caused bile to rise up to my throat.
"I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk." The grin on his face didn't falter as he raised his hands.
"It's kind of hard to believe that when you keep looking at me like I'm a slab of meat." My voice tried to maintain its confidence, but the slight tremble in it must have given me away.
"He's lying." Another voice came up behind me.
I gasped, turning around.
"Yeah, he's going to hurt you." The third guy smirked.
He had a weird tattoo that ran up his neck and was very bald with hooded blue eyes. The other guy had a beanie on, probably to downplay how dangerous he was, but the maniacal glint in his eyes told me otherwise.
"But you are going to love it, and you'll scream for us," he added.
"I don't seem to see that friend of yours who was glaring at me." The guy from the club stared intensely at me, his eyes darkening with rage.
"Let me go, or I'll?—"
"Or you'll glare at us to death?" The second guy cocked his head to the side.
Shivers snaked down my spine. "Please, just let me go."
"Not so tough now, are you?"
They started closing in on me.
"You pissed our friend off real good. You should have been a good girl when he wanted you to. You know what they say about bad girls. They get punished," the bald guy seethed.
I tried to take a step backward, but he latched a tight, punishing grip on my wrist. Tears stung my eyes, my heart pounding harshly against my chest.
"Someone help!"
A wicked slap landed on my face, the force sending me crashing to the ground. I screamed, trying to crawl away from them, but they yanked me by my legs.
"Whiny little bitch!"
"Let her go."
