Chapter 2 Saved, But Violated?

~Sierra~

My eyes fluttered open, blinking repeatedly as I struggled through blurry vision to make sense of my surroundings

My whole body arched, every bone seeming as though I had run a mile or more.

But that couldn't be compared to the subtle throbbing of my clit.

"What's wrong with me?" I struggled to get up.

"Shit!" A curse escaped my lips as sharp pain thudded against my temple, causing my eyes to snap shut again as a groan left my lips.

My hands instantly flew to my temples to smooth them out— if they would at least budge.

The sharp sun rays that were full-on blasting me with their light weren't helping matters.

Wait...

The rubbing of my temples stopped abruptly as something hit me. The sitting of my window wasn't adjacent to the bed but directly above it.

Which meant...this wasn't my bed. Then my eyes flicked open with a speed that cursed my pain to slam at my temples.

I managed a groan, before the fog cleared out and I was able to take note of where I was.

The first place my eyes landed was the window adjacent to the bed— the first proof— before my gaze landed on the king-sized bed that would easily fit three people.

A sharp gasp tore through my lips as I took in the rest of the room; artworks that screamed affluence, a gold table that bore a vase of dandelions on top, a thick rug that spread throughout the room, and lastly. There was also a mug seated on the nightstand, but those were the least of my worries.

My heart did a double-take as I took in another presence in the room. My eyes first rested on the sculpted ass that was covered with a white towel, then it traveled up to take in a spotless back, muscled and tattoos breathing down one side of it.

My breath hitched. But I didn't know if it was as a result of the mouthwatering manly figure standing a few paces away from me, or the fact that I was lying in the bed of a stranger, clit throbbing and body arching.

Take your pick. But I strongly begged for the letter. Because what the—

My eyes flew down my body in horror at the realization that I was no longer in my clothes but in a flannel shirt whose height reached all the way to my thighs.

My bra was gone and so were my panties.

God, no!

"Who the hell are you! And what have you done to me?" I croaked, still staring at his bare back, and somehow still rooted under the heavy comforter as though it was normal for me to be there.

Then he turned and somewhere between my chest and its wall, my breath caught, lips parting slightly as realization slammed into me.

"You!"

I may have a raging headache as a result of my reckless act, but I sure as hell recognized that face from the party. The green-eyed, tattooed, and sexy as hell guy that couldn't take his eyes off of me.

"Yes, Dove. Me."

With a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he started making his way towards me with slow and steady steps.

"Finally, you're awake. Do you remember anything?"

I never meant to trail my gaze over him, but I did. Dark hair curled on his chest, so broad and chiseled that it made me gulp.

And that name he called... It wasn't my name, but it sounded eerily familiar.

I didn't need to think further on what had happened here. I was drunk and lying in his bed, my outfit gone and replaced with his, including my panties and bra. That answered all the questions.

In a flash, I jumped down from the bed and stood face-to-face with him, his body heat causing me to shiver alongside the realization that my thighs were sticky.

Oh God!

"Did you fucking take advantage of me in my drunken state?" I hollered, craning my neck slightly to see his face.

His jaw clenched, the smug smile disappearing as his gaze trained on me.

"You didn't remember me saving you from those guys that screamed trouble, Dove?" His voice, low and deep cherried, quickened my breath as well as the proximity of him.

I struggled to keep my head above the gutter. "That doesn't answer my question. Did you?"

It took a beat before he responded.

"Not actually taking advantage. I did what I was supposed to—"

"What the hell!" I hollered in between gasps, my widened eyes ready to fall out of their sockets. "Are you trying to justify your actions right now?

"I'm just trying to say that even though you begged me to, I didn't—"

"God, I did no such thing." I interrupted again, my pulse racing at the realization that I had just been violated hit me like waves.

"Think, Dove."

His voice, a husky whisper dragged me down memory lane, and despite my slightly hazy memory, I was able to recall that I was about to be captured before some masculine hands gripped me, right before I passed out.

My jaw clenched as I looked up to meet his gaze. "I can remember you saving me, but not begging you to fuck me."

At my words, his tongue slid out and wet his lower lip before he bit on it.

"Your drink was spiked with an aphrodisiac, and you were in pain, Dove. I had to relieve the burning sensation between your legs but not that way you're thinking. It's by—"

"By fucking me!!"

I blinked at the news hitting my ears as a series of emotions fought to take the first place inside of me. Anger, disgust, mixed with betrayal.

"Yeah, my drink may have been spiked, but your violation takes the cake." My eyes stung with unshed tears, making my vision blurry.

"Can you at least let me explain what happened, Dove?" I said placatingly, his face taking on a pleading expression.

I sharply eased away from his proximity, intensifying the pain that raged on my temple.

"And you have no explaining to do, to justify being an asshole."

"No seriously. I didn't—"

As he leaned closer and reached across my face, I lost it, and my hand swiped across his face right before his hand could reach mine, fuming.

"Don't you fucking dare!”

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