Page 57 of Don't Say A Word

Her hand stills on my back. “Marcel?” There is a hint of pain in her voice. “Marcel did this to you?” Her eyes well with tears.

I nod, watching her closely. She’s upset.

She swallows, her eyes falling to the ground. “Did he touch you in other ways too?”

With her words the feel of his erection pressing against me, his fingers inside me, come flooding back. A slick cold sweat covers my body and my heart starts to pound, the rush of blood deafening. I draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. When I open my eyes again, she’s staring directly at me, waiting for my reply. And that’s when it occurs to me. She loves him.

So I shake my head, wanting to spare this girl any pain I can. “I wouldn’t obey. He was punishing me for disobedience.”

She smiles.

It breaks my heart.

Gathering a towel from the tray, she wipes her hands clean, gathers everything she brought with her and gets to her feet. “The cream will help.” Walking toward the door, she pushes it open, then looks back at me. “Next time,” she says, “just submit.”

“Star?” Her eyes narrow a little when I use her name again. Or, what I assume is her name. She hasn’t told me any differently. “Have you seen him?”

She frowns, and her lips pinch together, turning them white. “Marcel?”

I shake my head. “Ryker.”

“He’s the one who sent me in here to look after you.”

I shuffle up on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows. “So, you’ve seen him?”

And that’s when I hear it. The eagerness in my voice, the desperation to hear about him.

Star’s frown flattens. Her head tilts to one side but she doesn’t need to say anything. It’s all there in her expression.

I’m just like her.

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