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“You’re sick if you believe I wouldn’t,” I hiss with the right amount of outrage.
Except instead of disgust, I feel heat begin to pool between my legs, because I’m also sick.
Twenty minutes. What could he do in—
Never mind. He could fuck me twice, and I know it.
“What will you do to me, if I agree to this?”
He almost chokes on his next laugh. “Now, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?”
I fix him with a steady stare until he says, “I promise to leave that precious cherry of yours as pristine as it currently is, little virgin.”
I hesitate, unsure how much stock I should put into what he says.
He must guess that I’m trying to work out if I can trust him, because Camden says, “Words are a currency like no other. If I ever go back on my word, you’ll stop trusting it and it’ll be of no value whatsoever. I can’t break a promise and expect you to trust me again, so I won’t.”
I huff. “You’re not saying you wouldn’t lie. Just that you’d only lie if you were done with me.”
And I’m not certain he gives a fuck what I, or anyone, think of him one way or another. Getting his way seems to be his sole priority.
“Do you think I’ll be done with you after twenty minutes?” he asks me, cocking a brow.
I almost sayI don’t know, but the truth is, I don’t think he would.
Camden went through unexpected hoops to attempt to sway me into sleeping with him. He came all the way to LA several times, though it’s a four-hour roundtrip. Then there’s the phone, the shoes. Money doesn’t matter to him, but his presents were things to makemylife easier, better.
I’m not deluded enough to believe hecaresfor me. He’s just decided he wanted to fuck me, and his spoiled ass is determined. But I doubt someone like him would go through that much effort for one quickie.Whatever he’s after, it’s likely more.
I shudder at the thought of what he’d do to me if he ever got me at his mercy without timeline or limits.
I shake my head.
“So I’ll be a good boy and follow the rules, to ensure that you’ll give me access to that lovely body of yours again after tonight,” he reasons, hands grasping my hips on both sides and tugging me until I’m flush against him.
He’s so very close, and I can’t think clearly. Which he’s doing on purpose, of course.
“Say yes. You’ll like it.”
One yes. Twenty minutes and afterward, I’ll be able to relax, knowing he won’t try anything. The only rules he follows are his own, and he’s the one who called the stakes.
Then again, maybe he’d just be content to have his way right now, for however long as he’d like. It’s not like I can fight him and all his friends. I’m in their house. They could hold me down and take a lot more than what he’s negotiating for until he’s satisfied. My trust won’t matter if he gets his fill.
I’m on the edge of a knife, and I don’t see a safe path ahead.
It boils down to whether or not I think Camden’s a rapist. I know he’s fine with gray areas. Dubious consent isn’t an issue for him. How much further might he go?
I’m playing with fire. The very fact that I have to ask myself that question means I should run screaming in the opposite direction.
Except…I don’t want to.
Heat pulses between my legs; my insides dance in anticipation in my belly. I want him to touch me.
I’m so, so sick.
The existence of Trent hovers at the edge of my mind. I intend to stop seeing him, but I haven’t yet. If for no other reason, that should be enough to stop me.
But we really didn’t have that exclusivity talk…
