“No…” One of the guys kicks my legs out while the other pushes me down to my knees. Pain radiates up my thighs when I make contact with the unforgiving concrete floor.
“Now, let’s see how many times I can shove my dick down your throat before you pass out.”
I’m just about to start screaming when the shadow of a figure comes up behind Matteo.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Quinton’s voice meets my ears moments before my eyes can focus on his face. He takes in the whole situation, his gaze ping-ponging between Matteo, me, and the other two guys. For a split second, I feel relief. I actually believe he will help me, that he will stop them and let me go.
“We’re finally putting her mouth to good use. Wanna join?” Matteo offers.
The space falls into a deafening silence. Yet again, I think Quinton will stop this and protect me from them like I protected his sister that night at the fundraiser.
Quinton’s eyes bleed into mine, a million unsaid words lingering in the air between us.
“What do you want to do, Q?” Matteo presses.
Without ever breaking eye contact, Quinton says, “Only if I get her first.”