Page 97 of The Soldier

Damn him.

I’m super aware that I shouldn’t be here in Roger’s hotel room. I need to go home and call Marshall, and together we need to discover if there is something serious between us.

If he hasn’t given up on me.

Taking Roger to the party tonight was a dick move on my part. I used him as a barrier but all it did was make a complete mess of things.

I’m not sorry for fucking Marshall in the bathroom. That was some hot and wild sex.

Not sorry at all.

The way he moves my body and pleasures me with such dominance and skill causes a small smile to sneak onto my lips. Damn him. I have this stupid urge to see him.

To kiss him.

To have his hands—and that clever mouth of his—all over me again.

I need to get out of here.

“You okay in there?” Roger calls through the door and I cringe.

“Yup.” I flush, wash my hands, then step into the hotel room. “Kind of.”

He hands me a glass of something, and I politely take it.

“Oh, thanks.” I sip and it’s gross.

Why does he even have it with him?

“Drink up. I didn’t have time to boil the water, but cold still works.” Roger guides me farther inside and the urge to run gets stronger.

I quietly sip the tea taking in his modest-sized hotel room. A king size bed, TV, and balcony. The usual.

He sits on the end of the bed and my heart starts slamming inside my chest in warning. I take a big sip and then put the cup on the TV cabinet. Then rub my stomach.

“You know, I think I should just go home. I feel terrible—”

Roger reaches out his hand and tugs me toward him.

“Hey—”

“Not yet.” He grabs me and tosses me on the bed as horror fills my every cell.

“The fuck!” I shove at him but he’s much larger and covers me with his two hundred and something pounds. “Roger. Get off me!”

A hand snakes up my leg, the other gripping my face. “Let’s silence this fucking mouth.”

What feels like a ball of socks is shoved inside my mouth and panic completely consumes me. Thrashing around, I do all I can to get him off me.

With no panties, his hand easily gains access to my flesh as I tremble in fear and try to scream.

“What a dirty bitch.” Roger laughs, shoving his fingers inside me. “Have you let Marshall taste you yet?”

Oh god help me.

My eyes close as I attempt to block out the invasion, tears pouring down my face.

He thrusts them in and out, holding my hands so I can’t fight.

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