Page 103 of These Secret Years

That night, he gives me a full body massage, his hands attempting to reclaim every inch of my skin with lavender and eucalyptus oil. His hands aren’t strong or big like Knight’s, nor is his touch as firm. Still, while I’m lying on my stomach, I push my focus toward remembering the nights in the woods in the back of the truck. I tell myself when I roll onto my back that this isn’t that bad.

I can’t say no, but it’s not like I’m being tortured. It’s almost impossible for Adrian to get me hard, though, and this frustrates him.

“I remember when you were eager. Has that girl ruined you for my hand? My mouth?”

“No, sir.”

“Or is it my husband’s cock you want? Is that it, Sullivan? You need to be fucked? You need a thick dick in your ass to feel alive?” The words are bitter, but there’s something greedy in them, too. A tone I don’t like at all.

“What you’re doing feels good,” I tell him, trying my best to sound sincere.

“I have a lovely party planned for your next visit. You’ll get all the dick this slutty body needs.”

“What?” I ask, startling away from his touch.

He tsks. “Don’t pull away from me.”

I can’t help it, though. What he just said scares the shit out of me. I put my hand on my limp dick and start to sit up. “I don’t want a party.”

Adrian straddles me, his pale, out of shape, naked body looming over me as he removes my hand from my cock and gives me a light push on the chest. He rests his erection on my balls, gripping himself and me in one hand. “Once you pass your classes, you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“Mmph…” I hate this. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head.

He grips my face and forces me to look at him. He strokes our dicks together, his ass gliding easily on my oiled thighs.

My body finally starts to respond to the increased friction.

“I have so many friends that want to meet you. I’ve told them about all your talents.”

What? Friends? He can’t mean people in the music industry? Is that who he means? And what does he plan to do with me? Show me off? Give me to them?

It’s so clear now what he wants. To ruin me. He’s only ever wanted to ruin me. I bite back the tears that burn to fall and nearly snap my own tongue off in the process.

I can’t come back here.

He finishes, ejaculating with our dicks in his grip. I’ve barely begun to get hard, but he only regards my semi with a grim expression and doesn’t say anything. “You’ve spent too much time with that girl. We’ll go over the calendar in the morning, and Sullivan?”

When I don’t say anything, he goes on as he climbs off me. Off the bed.

“For all I’ve done for you, I would expect some gratitude.”

I swallow hard and nod, my voice thick as I say, “Thank you, sir.”

“How the fuck do I get out of this?”

“Calm down, babe. Take a breath.”

Chelsea’s familiar voice does nothing to stop the shaking and panic pouring through me. It’s late—after midnight. I’m in the closet, fully dressed and also wrapped in a robe, tucked into the smallest version of myself in the corner. I’m on a burner phone I tucked into one of my boots because Adrian often insists on going through my actual phone—the one he pays for. I’ve deleted anything incriminating there, but he sometimes takes it away. Tonight he let me keep it, and it’s charging on the nightstand, but I wanted to be able to call Knight while I was here.

Instead, Chelsea is who I had to call because Chelsea is the only one who knows what I’m doing here.

“I can’t go home. If I leave, he’ll say I stole his car. He’d probably have me arrested.”

“Then don’t take the car. Call an Uber.”

“He’ll cut me off.”

“Would that be the worst thing in the world? Look, babe. I know you want to go to school here, but you don’t need it. You’re so talented⁠—”