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His hungry gaze roams my body, making me sick.
“Perfect. Spin for me.”
I do, and I hear him sigh.
“You can’t go out with your back looking like that. Wear the matching coat.”
I nod, crossing the room to my suitcase, lifting the sheer coat. He only wants me to wear it so no one can see the destruction on my back. The material scratches against my already sensitive skin, but I show no emotion.
“That’s better. Let’s go.”
I follow him from the room, praying like hell that someone will really see me and know that I’m here against my will. I mean, it happens all the time in the romance books I like to read. Unfortunately for me, no one spares a glance my way as we make our way around the casino floor. Max has several men surrounding us, which is probably part of the problem.
Max goes from table to table, dropping money like it's nothing. At one point, he has me blow on the dice for him and pulls me close when he wins several thousand dollars.
“I knew you were lucky, and I’m going to show you how good girls are rewarded when we get back to the room.”
Bile creeps up my throat as he plants a wet kiss on my lips and smacks my ass. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s also had a lot to drink. By the time he says he’s ready to go back to the room, I know this is the night he’s going to force himself on me.
He fumbles with the plastic key card, cursing under his breath as the door opens. I slip in past him, hoping I can make it to the bathroom before he tries anything. Of course, I’m not that lucky. He grabs my arm, pulling me against his body. He reeks of alcohol and body odor. I turn my head just as he goes to kiss me, pissing him off.
“Stop being coy. The contract is signed, so we can fuck all we want, my dear girl.”
“You’ve had a lot to drink. I think we should just go to bed.”
He snorts. “That’s exactly where I want you. In bed.”
Panic makes my chest tight. No! I pry myself from his arms.
“Max, I don’t want to have sex with you tonight.”
Or ever, but I don’t say that part out loud.
“Too fucking bad. I paid for you, so you don’t get a say in what happens. Got it?”
He grabs my arm again and I whimper as he squeezes.
“I said no, Max!”
His eyes flash with malice, and I know I’m fucked. His fist is flying before I can defend myself, hitting me across my already bruised cheek. I cry out, turning away from him as he hits me again. Something snaps in me, and I face him, kicking at his leg. He grunts as I make contact with his kneecap. I kick again and then run as fast as I can toward the bedroom. I’m almost there when I’m pulled backward. Fire shoots across my scalp and when I look, he’s holding a chunk of my hair.
“You stupid bitch.”
He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it, and I know where this is going. He’s used the belt on me once before, beating me until I passed out. My back is still torn up from when he used it, and I know I won’t be able to handle this. Inhaling, I run toward the door of the suite, screaming as loud as I can. By some miracle, I reach it and make it to the hallway. An older man is coming out of his room and looks shocked to see me.
“Help me! Please!”
Max bursts out behind me, grabbing me.
“Ignore her. She’s just a prostitute who’s worried I’m going to call the cops.” He sighs. “She tried to steal from me.”
The man’s eyes dart between us, and he nods his head, walking away. No! Max drags me into the suite, slamming the door behind him.
“Please, no!”
* * *
When I come to, I’m on the floor. My back feels like it’s on fire, which means Max likely ripped open my old wounds or made new ones when he hit me with his belt. Pushing myself to my feet, I fight the wave of nausea that threatens to make me vomit and hobble to the bathroom. He’s nowhere in sight, and I’m so thankful. He could have his way with me right now and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. Not after the beating he gave me.
