Fear twists through me.
The shadow returns, and it takes precious seconds to realize it’s Greyson.
His face is a mask of ice.
Duct tape.
Handcuffs.
I wriggle, trying to move my body up so my arms aren’t useless, but he ignores it and yanks my sleep shorts down.
I go still.
My heart is rioting, slamming against my ribs. My pulse is all I can hear, like rushing water in my ears, and I struggle to calm down.
To breathe through my nose.
He crawls over me, straddling my hips. He bends down and licks the side of my face. His tongue leaves a wet trail up my cheek, over the corner of my eye.
“I love your tears,” he confesses, his lips pressed to my ear. “I fucking love your terror.”
I shiver. He’s said that before—but what lengths will he go to get it?
“What do you think will happen if one of them wakes up?” He turns his head, looking out over the girls spread across the living room.
I don’t remember falling asleep. I just remember the dancing, and eventually the exhaustion. Did I decide to lie down? Did we all collectively decide to go to sleep at the same time?
Sleepovers generally don’t involvethatmuch sleep.
And for Greyson to have gotten in here…
How the fuck did he find me?
I thrash against the handcuffs, trying to dislodge him, and he covers my mouth over the duct tape. It’s different, feeling the barrier between his palm and my skin.
His fingers brush my nose, and I twist my face away.
No use.
He pinches my nose shut.
My panic makes it worse. I thrash harder, the handcuffs—which are looped around something, although I have no idea what—clinking together.
Someone rolls over across the room.
Greyson leans down again. “Do you want to wake them up? I won’t stop. I’m going to fuck you either way.”
My chest burns. I desperately try to open my mouth, but it holds fast.
He releases my nose, and I suck in a noisy breath, gulping down oxygen. I’m so fixated on breathing, on easing the pain in my lungs, that I don’t notice his attention move down. He moves my panties aside and runs his finger up my slit.
I groan through the duct tape, then bite my tongue. Whether or not he’s serious about being undeterred if one of the girls wakes up, I don’t want to test it.
He lifts my leg and slams into me in one go.
I jolt and bite my tongue harder. Blood fills my mouth, the taste sharp. It’s all I can do to not let another noise escape me. Fuck if it doesn’t feel good. I hadn’t even realized he pulled his cock out of his pants, and now he’s thrusting into me with powerful strokes.
My cunt clenches around him.