“How you’d gag for my cock.”
I took a wobbly step back.
He grabbed my upper arm and tugged me against his big body.
“You were such a cocktease.” His eyes were hard, his expression mean. “Thinking you’re too good for me.”
“No.” I tried to shake him off, but he was too strong.
“How many guys have you let fuck you?”
“I…”
The booze was making it hard to think, hard to form words.
My head was spinning as fear rose in my chest.
He spun me around and shoved me against the counter.
“Ugh.” Pain lanced through my body.
“That’s right.” He pressed his body against my back, pinning me against the counter. “It’s time you give me what I’m owed.”
“No.” I pushed at the counter, terror and adrenaline filling my system.
He laughed, the sound harsh and angry. He slammed one hand between my shoulder blades and shoved my upper body down.
My head bounced off the wall, the impact hard enough to knock me senseless.
“Stop,” I said weakly. Tears spilled over my cheeks.
This couldn’t be happening.
Not here.
Not at a party surrounded by people while I was too drunk to fight back.
Big hands grabbed my waistband and tugged my jeans down my hips. The material scraped down my skin, crushing my cock. Another wave of pain rolled through me.
Cold air hit my exposed ass. I grabbed the counter, desperately trying to get away from him.
“No!”
The sound of a zipper filled the quiet bathroom, and my mind went utterly blank.
Slam.
“The fuck—”
Gavin was gone from my back. I slumped against the counter.
“He said no,” a familiar voice growled.
Thesmackof flesh on flesh, then a yelp of pain drew my attention toward the door.
Ash?
He was standing between Gavin and me, his fists raised and his body shaking.