Page 47 of Endure the Pain

I told Jamie and Louie I’d meet them outside because I had to use the restroom. I wanted at least one dance with Louie before we called it a night and he had yet to explain where he had gone off with Angela earlier.

After relieving myself in the bathroom down the hall from Stefan’s study, I walked back toward the party slowly. I was tired and my feet were starting to hurt.One more dance and maybe I can convince one of my guys to carry me up to our room. I can think of some naughty incentives to bribe them with.The thought made me smile and distracted me enough that I didn’t notice someone creeping up behind me.

I was shoved into the wall. I didn’t have enough time to brace myself. My entire body ricocheted off the wall, but I didn’t bounce back far before I was pushed again and held against it. I hit my forehead hard enough that my vision turned spotty. It was disorienting.

A strong and calloused hand held me by the back of my neck, while the other hiked up the skirt of my dress. I became very alert when that hand slid between my legs,calloused fingers pushing at my entrance, and hot breath hit my ear. “This will teach you to know your place, lass.”

I recognized the Irish accent.Donnie.

Finding my wits, I began to struggle, pushing back with my hands against the wood wall. I was able to put a few inches of space between me and the wall. Just as I was about to turn, to either break his hold or face him in order to have a better chance of fighting back, he let go of the back of my neck and ripped one of my hands away from the wall. I fell forward as he yanked my arm behind my back. He twisted it at the wrong angle, forcing me to cry out in pain.

He laughed at the sound I made. That fueled my anger and I began to struggle by squirming and squeezing my legs closed around his hand. He pulled up on my arm and I screamed.

“Open your fucking legs,” he ordered.

“I’m going to make you and everyone you’ve ever cared about beg for death!” I roared, refusing to give him what he wanted.

He chuckled. “What are you going to do, sic Daddy—”

Pop!

The distinct sound of a pistol with a silencer fired and Donnie’s words were cut off. His hands released me as his body collapsed to the floor. I turned and found Louieholding a gun at his side. His eyes were dark and stormy as he stared down at Donnie’s body.

I cupped Louie’s face and molded the front of my body with his, needing him.

I will not shatter by what almost happened.

I will not succumb to the panic.

I was frantic.

I was battling for my sanity.

Louie’s eyes shifted to mine and I kissed him. I attacked him with desperation. Another man had touched me, tried to force himself on me. I needed Louie to touch me—to erase the feeling Donnie had left behind.

Louie broke away and stared down into my eyes. “Are you alright?”

I shook my head. I cupped him through his pants and pressed my lips to his neck, praying he’d get the message of what I needed.

“Maura?” He pulled my hand from his cock and took a step back. He frowned at me.

“Please,” I begged and tried to get closer.

He held me back. “Talk to me, beautiful?”

I fisted his shirt with my free hand. “I can still feel him. I need you to erase him. Please…please, love me, Louie.” I felt weak and pathetic. My desperation was theonly thing keeping me going because I knew he could make this awful moment fade away.

His understanding showed. Releasing my wrist, he snaked his fingers into my hair to pull me close and captured my lips. I pushed him backward until his back hit the wall, roughly. He dropped his gun and it thudded on the carpeted floor. I shucked his tux jacket off. He let that fall to the floor as well. I pawed, nipped, licked, and not gently. He accepted it all, offering all of himself for me to take what I wanted—what I needed.

“Cameras,” he murmured between kisses.

I broke away to look around quickly. Stefan’s study was across the hall. I dragged him inside and slammed the door shut. We returned to kissing as we stumbled through the room. My ass hit Stefan’s desk. I hopped onto the edge, spread my legs for Louie to step between them. I reached for the button on his slacks. He was already hard and straining against the zipper.

“Fuck me, Louie,” I demanded breathlessly as I released him from his pants.

He yanked the slit of my skirt open and then hooked my leg over his hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he pushed inside me. I groaned loudly at the abrupt intrusion. He gave me a second toadjust around him before he pulled back and began slamming into me.

My nails bit into the back of his neck as I held on. He hoisted my leg even higher, changing the angle, and he began hitting that perfect spot. My moans turned loud as my orgasm started to build and his mouth covered mine, swallowing them.