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He begins to pump himself inside me, over and over.
“Tell me you like it,” he growls. “Tell me it’s the best cock you’ve ever had.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “It’s the best cock ever,” I whimper.
Geani knew exactly what she was doing when she set me up for this. I can’t believe she’d stoop this low.
He reaches down and grabs my hips, lifting me off the floor and rolling me over.
“All fours,” he orders, his breath quick from arousal.
I obey and press my palms onto the floor with my ass up facing him.
“Delicious,” he purrs, running a hand down my back and into my ass before he grabs my hips and drives himself back inside me. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it back as he rides me.
As he continues to thrust between my legs, I feel the warmth spread inside me as he finishes, and I know it’s over.
I have his cum inside me.
Dorion’s breathing is heavy as he pulls himself off me and gets up from the floor. He leaves me here as he fastens his belt, downs the rest of his drink, checks himself in the mirror, and walks out of the room.
I’m speechless.
I get myself up to my feet, though my legs are shaking and the tears are falling harder now that I’m alone and can try and process what just happened.
Without thinking, I look at myself in the same mirror Dorion inspected himself in.
My makeup is running. My hair is a wreck. My dress is torn. And my thighs are wet.
I grab my bag from the corner of the room and run for the exit.
I have to get out of here.
I have to go home.
Chapter seventeen
More Tricks Up Her Twisted Sleeve
Myeyesstingfromthe tears that keep spilling over my lids. I managed to escape out the back door of The Plaza and call for a cab using a phone I found in a janitor’s closet. They said they were right around the corner and would swing around to get me, so I hid in the closet for three minutes and snuck out to meet them.
Thankfully, the driver didn’t ask any questions when I climbed into the back seat of his cab all battered with shredded clothing.
I can’t tell anyone. The monster that did this is one of the biggest names in town. He’s most likely buddy-buddy with the police. And if I told Tommy, he’d probably talk it down like it was nothing. I mean, I’m a stripper. Look at what I was wearing. It was a VIP room.
I don’t know what to do. I’ll sit on it for a day or so and see how I’m feeling then.
When the driver pulls up out front of the house, I check to make sure nobody is outside before I step out and sprint for the front door. As I step inside, I notice the dishwasher isn’t running anymore, so I make a mental note to empty it despite the condition I’m in.
I hate that the mom in me still feels like I need to clean sometimes.
“I just need a shower,” I say to myself. “Just shower off what happened and wait it out.”
I go into the bathroom and look down at the shredded fabric that’s still hanging onto my body. I loved this dress. I hate that this was the outcome for it. And I hate that I’ll throw it away no matter if it can be fixed. There’s no way I can ever wear this again. I could never wear this and not think back on what just happened.
The water causes steam to rise up to the ceiling when I crank the shower onto high pressure. I let what’s left of my dress fall to my feet as I step in and feel the water trickle over my skin.
It burns in the areas that he cut me, but I know the shallow wounds need rinsed out.
