Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

“There are no cameras in this car or this garage. I have waited for this opportunity for almost two years,” he said as he slid to his knees in front of me. I wanted to object, but how could I? He had more power over me than I had over myself. If I screamed, Drew might come out. I didn’t want that either.

He moved his fingers into me and all I could do was stare out the dark window while he rapidly and vehemently thrashed his middle and forefinger in and out of me. I didn’t get aroused. I didn’t want to come. I was too terrified to even think about it. Not of him as much as Drew. I just knew he was going to sling the door open at any second.

Derik must have been worried too. He was in a hurry, and it showed. He took himself out and moved into me with a hiss. Now I was freaked out. Drew would know. I was sure of it. He didn’t speak, and only made sexual grunting and moaning noises. He had one thing on his mind, and that was getting off. In me!

Or not.

“I’m going to pull out, and you are going to swallow me. I don’t want to leave any evidence for Drew.

Do you understand?”

Fuck no…

He grabbed my hair and pulled when I didn’t answer. “Do you understand me?” he asked again, and I tried to nod.

He pumped faster and harder, and I knew that he was getting ready to come. He stood as much as he could.

I wouldn’t open my mouth and turned my head. It didn’t work. He grabbed my head forced his dick into my mouth, pumping just as rapidly there.

“Oh, yeah fuck,” he moaned as he invaded my mouth just before he spewed out. I was happy that he didn’t do it like Drew did and make sure that I had to taste him. I was able to swallow all of him without any dripping out of my mouth.

He kissed my lips. The bastard had the nerve to kiss me.

He put himself away and got out of the car without one word. I supposed he didn’t need to say a word. He knew that I would never mention it. I sat in the car waiting and anticipating what Drew had in store for me next, for over an hour.

When I was finally escorted back into the house, I never saw Drew. I went to my suite and bathed away his idiotic sidekick. Drew came in and sat on the toilet while I bathed. He didn’t speak, and only sat there glaring at me. I got out of the tub, mostly to get the rest of the night started so that it would be over. He hit me right across the same cheek bone that he always seemed to aim for. When I stood back up, he did it again.

“Riley!” I heard Dawson calling my name over and over.

I jumped and covered my face to stop the next blow.

“You’re okay. I’m right here, baby,” he said, trying to soothe me back to reality.

“Dawson?” I wept, needing to make sure that I was with him.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, Ry,” he said, trying to calm me.

“I didn’t tell her anything. I swear.”

Dawson sat up and turned the lamp on, trying to get me coherent enough to realize that I was safe with him.

I crawled into his arms, and he embraced me. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why he wanted me.

Would it always be this way? Would I always be the broken one?

“Tell me about your dream,” he requested, holding me tight and placing soft kisses to my forehead.

“It wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I did. I told him every last detail, and then some. I never got to finish my dream before Dawson woke me up.

I told him about how after he dragged me from the bathroom he made me squat on a rather large dildo that he had lubed up for me. I wasn’t allowed to sit on it. I had to hold myself up while he sat on the bed and watched. When my legs finally gave out, and I plopped to the bed he removed the foreign object and replaced it with himself.

Once he was spent he picked up the phone and called Rebecca. It was almost two in the morning. I couldn’t believe that he expected her to be at his beck and call whenever he wanted her.

“Morgan’s going to need an icepack,” he said, but I wasn’t sure why he cared about my black eye. He didn’t care when he was giving it to me.

I started to get under the blankets to cover myself before she came in.

“Did I tell you to move?” he asked. I froze.

“Lay down,” he demanded.

I lay down and crossed my ankles.

“Spread your legs. You want to humiliate me? I’ll show you humiliation.”

I was mortified, enough so that a tear did escape from the corner of my right eye when I heard the tap on the door. I lay there spread eagle while Rebecca brought me the icepack. She only looked at my face and smiled a warm smile as she placed it on my eye. I flinched from the pain.

“Riley. Please tell me that was only a nightmare and didn’t really happen,” Dawson begged, but he knew.

Now he not only wanted to kill Drew he added Derik to his hit list too.

“It did happen, Dawson, and so much more. I am never going to be whole.”

“What is his last name?”

“You know that I’m not going to tell you that. I don’t want you to do anything. Please,” I pleaded.

“Don’t you want that son of a bitch to pay for what he did to you?”

“No. I just want to forget that he ever existed.”

“Is he a good looking man?”

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