Page 105 of Camera Stays On

“I never fucked your best friend, Sawyer. But I did fuck mine.”

His eyes widened. A grin began to spread across my lips, but before it became a full smile, he pulled his hand back and brought it down fast, slapping my cheek with a loud clap. The blow caused my head to whip to the side, and I dropped to the bed. Rolling off me, he reached for my arm, yanking me up.

“You’re pretty, but that only goes so fucking far,” he growled as he knelt down and reached for my foot. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a key and unlocked me. I tried to move, but he stood quickly and grabbed me by the waist, hauling me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I screamed, but he ignored me as he turned and started toward the bathroom. Once we were inside, he kicked the door closed and put me down. Using another key, he locked the door and turned back to me.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?” I stiffened. “No.”

Sawyer stepped up to me and leaned in. Afraid he’d force a kiss on me, I leaned away, giving him not an inch of my space. Inhaling deeply, he sighed.

“I can smell him on you. Why don’t we shower before we have the wedding night we were robbed of?” Suddenly, he gripped my torso and spun me around, yanking on my dress. He unzipped it with one swift pull, and the fabric fell apart, dropping quickly. I tried to catch it, missed, and cried out in pain as I hit my injured thigh. He shoved it down, exposing me more. I moved my hands to cover my exposed breasts and core and refused to turn to face him. I couldn’t cover my ass, but it was what it was.

“Move,” he growled, and with hot tears sliding down my cheeks, I stepped out of the dress. He tossed the gown into the far corner, and I closed my eyes as I heard the loud squeak of the shower being turned on. “Get in. We need to wash him off you.”

“I’ve already showered,” I said, trying not to let my voice waver. “I don’t need to again.”

“Get in, Andi.”

A chill slid up my spine as he said my real name. In all the time I’d known him, I don’t think he’d ever called me by it. It was almost telling, a sign—a warning—that this was not going to be good. A sob came out by accident, causing Sawyer to come toward me. He shoved me under the water, and I could no longer hold back my sobs.

I held myself as I cried, watching Sawyer on the other side of the water, undressing. He moved quickly, getting naked and joining me under the water. I flinched away, stepping as close as I could to the wall, pressing my wet back to the tile. My eyes caught sight of his erection, and I let out a short cry.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. You act like we’ve never showered together. Have you showered with him? My brother?”

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing. If I was going to find a way out of this, I couldn’t be hysterical. I counted slowly, inhaling deeply and exhaling.

His rough, calloused fingers landed on my skin, and I yelped, flinching away involuntarily. I forced myself to still as he began exploring my naked body.

“You’re just as beautiful as you were before. Even more so now, with the new tattoos. My ma would have a fit if she saw my bride with all that ink, but I love it.”

I cringed as he pulled me to him, our chests touching. His hardened length pressed against my hip, and I tried not to completely lose it. Taking a few deep breaths, my body betrayed me. While I wasn’t aroused by the sensation of his skin, it was familiar enough that I relaxed a fraction.

See, this isn’t so bad. Just let him do what he needs to, and escape when his guard is down. It wasn’t like his touch or the rest of his body was unfamiliar.

“Once everyone is gone and we leave this place—maybe we can get that wound covered up. What do you think, Purdy Doll, matching tattoos?”

I closed my eyes again and thought of darkness as his hands roamed my skin. He traced my areolas, pinching my nipples.

“Beautiful. I missed these,” he said, cupping them.

“S-S-Sawyer...” I started, but my teeth chattered from the shock of the assault. “P-P-Please.”

“Shh, it’s okay, Purdy Doll.” He leaned in, placing his lips on my shoulder, giving me a kiss that, from any other man, I might have considered tender. By him, it was possessive, assumptive, and horrifying.

“We’re finally getting the wedding night we deserve. Imagine, if you hadn’t left, this would have been our five-year anniversary. Let’s make up for all the time we lost.” His hand dropped to my sex, spreading me apart.

I bit down on my lower lip, bracing to be raped, when suddenly a loud alarm sounded above our heads.

“Fuck!” he hissed, pulling his hands back.

“What’s that?” I asked. Relief and excitement swelled in my chest as he left the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. “What’s going on?” The alarm continued to sound. Was Asher coming to save me?

“My prisoner escaped his confines.”

“Who?” I clutched myself under the water, watching as he dried and quickly yanked his clothes back on, leaving his shirt unbuttoned.