" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
It was past 8 pm and I hadn't left my office cubicle. At least the work would keep my mind loaded and away from the argument that has been roaming in my head since yesterday. I hurried down the sidewalk by pushing my phone inside my bag which was slid against my shoulder.
A throat cleared loudly behind me and I turned around. It was just Mr. Kian, one of the high-level execs at the finance firm and a total sleazeball. He flashed me a greasy smile that made my skin crawl.
"Need a lift, Ms. Laurent ? " He jerked his head towards his cherry-red sports car idling by the curb. "Seems a shame for a hard-working girl like you to have to subway it this late."
I suppressed a shudder at the thought of being trapped alone with that creep. "Thanks, but I'm good. Could use the fresh air."
I turned the stride off quickly, but his hand clamped around my wrist in a vise grip. "Don't be like that. You're my employee. These city streets are no place for a pretty little thing like you after dark."
Nausea welled up as he leaned in closer, clouding cigarettes and scotch smell. "Come on, just a quick ride home from your Boss. No need to play hard to get."
Instincts screamed at me to get away, but his hulking frame blocked any exit. Before I could even struggle, His rough hands groped me pawing at my body like I was just an object for his disgusting actions.
I felt sick to my stomach as his thick fingers dug painfully into the soft flesh of my breasts and thighs.
" GET OFF ME. " I thrashed with everything I had, but he just tightened his grip until his nails gripped my palm flesh.
That bastard's beer-soaked breath assaulted my face as he leaned in close.
Reaching the car, he wrenched open the door and shoved me inside, clambering on top of me against the luxe leather. His sweaty, meaty bulk crushed me into the footwell, choking off my screams.
" I SAID GET OFF ME. " I am not going to simply give up under this jerk's dirty acts.
Rancid hands pawed over me greedily as I bucked and clawed. "Easy now, sexy girl. Kian is just gonna make sure you get home safe and sound. "
He withdrew a syringe from his pocket and injected it intravenously. The actions were too rapid for me to protest. "Just a little something to keep you nice and calm for the ride, baby."
Blinding terror lanced through me as the needle pierced my skin, the cold liquid was burning like acid through my veins. My vision was giving up.
Please. No. Please.
I slurred through rapidly numbing lips. "Lemme- lemme...go-..." I protested with the every last amount of energy I was left with.
He just sneered down at me as his face twisted with sick victory. "Oh I'll get you home soon, Vesta. But first, we're making a couple detours for some real fun first."
