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I laughed as the door closed with a thud. Honestly a bath didn’t sound that bad. My back was sticky with sweat. And I felt Matt’s cum dripping down my thigh.

God, I’d loved every second of that. I tried to unshackle my wrists, but it was impossible with my mask still on. I couldn’t see a thing.

But I was able to feel the ring on my finger. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Everything about tonight was perfect. The prom. The proposal. Being at Matt’s mercy. I bit my lip.

I tried to unhook the shackles again, but couldn’t find a latch.

The door opened behind me.

“Matt, how do you unhook these things?” I kept fumbling with the shackles.

He ran his hand down my back, cupping one of my ass cheeks.

I laughed. “Matt, seriously, unhook me. I want to see you.”

His hand fell from my ass and I heard him round the bed. He touched the side of my face so I’d look up at him. Even though he knew I had a mask on and couldn’t see him. His hand fell from my skin as he untethered the shackles from the bedposts.

I caught myself before my face hit the pillow.

But then he flipped me over and hooked my wrists together. And then my ankles. I tried to prop myself up, but fell back on the bed.

“Matt, I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“Brooklyn Pruitt,” said a deep voice. A voice that was not Matt’s. “I’m a King. But I’m not your prom king.”

What the fuck?!I tried to move but he put his hand on the center of my naked chest, pressing me hard against the mattress.

“And who knew my job would be so easy? You’re already all tied up for me. And naked. What a treat.”

“Don’t touch me!” I tried to roll away, but he caught me around the waist, pulling me back against his hard chest.

“You’re not going to want to try and get away again, Brooklyn. Or else.”

Or else what?He’d take me? That seemed like it was already happening. And I wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Matt!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I tried to kick backward, but my ankles were bound together and it just set me off balance. “Matt!” He’d just left the room for a second. He had to be out there. “Matt!” I choked on my tears.

“Don’t make another sound,” he said.

Screw him.I wasn’t a sophomore at Isabella’s mercy anymore. And I wasn’t about to be left naked in the middle of the city again. I wasn’t fucking leaving New York. Or Matt. Not again. “Matt!” I screamed even louder. I reached out to try to hit the stranger, but my hands came up empty.

“Did I not make myself clear?” He put his hand over my mouth.

I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to.

“Good girl. You’re so good at obeying. Maybe if you keep behaving I’ll let you live.” He removed his hand from my mouth and lifted me in his arms.

Fuck you.I pulled up my arms, hitting him hard in the bottom of his chin with my fists. But he didn’t even grunt.

“Matt!” I screamed again. “Help me!”

“Make another sound and I’ll take your son too,” he said.

No.

My cries died in my throat. Not Jacob.

Never.

I pressed my lips together and felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. The door opened and I didn’t hear Matt coming after us. I didn’t hear anything but my blood pounding in my ears. I’d known something bad was going to happen tonight. I knew happiness was fleeting. I knew I was bad luck.

“Good girl,” the guy whispered. “I’m definitely keeping you.”

Nunca.

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Oh no! Someone needs to save Brooklyn. But who will it be?

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