Page 63 of Dark Consequences

Fuck.

An image of Mei lying down in front of the television flashes across my mind. That fucking bitch drugged my daughter, too.

“I’ll kill her.” If something has happened or does happen to Mei, I will go against every moral fiber of my being and kill that bitch.

“Mei?” I call out, twisting to look around for her, but the room is empty. Glancing at the window, I frown. It’s small and circular. Not at all like the floor-to-ceiling windows at Raphael’s penthouse.

I stand on shaky feet before losing my balance and stumbling into the wall. Is it me swaying or the ground beneath me? Peering outside, I see only water and nothing else in sight. What the hell am I doing on a boat?

Moving toward the only door in the room, I shout again with urgency, “Mei!”

I’m not sure what lies on the other side, but if it leads to Mei, I will face anything.

My hand reaches for the knob, but it opens before I can, and the lead actor in all of my nightmares fills the doorway.

“Baby, I’ve missed you.” Xiao practically purrs, a sinister smile pulling at his lips.

The door closes behind him, and he stands in front of me, blocking my only way of escape.I back up right away to try and put some distance between us. It’s useless, though. He simply eats up the space with every step he takes toward me.

He’s dressed in a white button-down shirt with a matching black vest and slacks. He undoes the links at his wrists and then slowly rolls up his sleeves.

I watch each movement unfold with a wary eye as if waiting for the strike of a coiled snake.

“Did you miss me?”

My immediate response is no, but I swallow it down and stay silent. Mistake number one. I should have just lied.

His hand collides with my cheek faster than I realize, and the momentum pushes me back onto the bed.

“Or are you that Italian’s whore now?”

Xiao stalks toward me, and I scramble backward onto the bed desperately hoping to put distance between us. But his hand wraps around my ankle, and pulls hard. I attempt to kick at him with my other foot, but Xiao simply grabs that one too, and now he has control over both my legs.

“Did you fuck him?” Xiao demands, spreading my legs wide so he can settle between them. “Huh? Have you given yourself to that bastard? Has he had what is mine?”

“Stop! Let me go. Please.” I struggle, but he’s too strong.

“Answer me!”

“No!” I cry.

Xiao slaps me again and the metallic taste of copper floods my mouth as an explosion of stars fills my vision.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Did you think of me when you let him fuck you?” Xiao goads. “Did you enjoy it? How many times did you fuck him, you fucking whore?”

His hands move from my legs to the waistband of my leggings. I push at his hands and try to keep my leggings up, but then he sends a punch directly into my gut that leaves me gasping and unable to stop him.

Cold air rushes over my naked bottom, and hot tears spring to my eyes as the realization dawns on me that Xiao is going to rape me.

It’s nothing new. He’s done it more times than I can count. But it’s like the time I spent with Raphael wiped all those memories away. And now, every good moment between us will be washed away.

“Did you enjoy his touch?” Xiao asks before he shoves two fingers inside me, and I cry out at the painful intrusion. “Did he touch you like this?” He leans forward, buries his face in my neck, and bites me there hard. “Did he leave marks on you like me?”

I thrash around, arch my back, shift my hips...I try anything I can to get away but nothing works.

“I own your pleasure. Me! No one else!”

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