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A deep voice behind me.

“Turn around. Let me see those fat titties again.”

I turn, dizzy, disoriented—

A gun clicks into readiness.

Riser, and he’s pointing a gun at my face.

Chapter 49

Grayson

Fuck.

Charlotte’s voice cracks like glass as she whispers my name for help, like I can do anything.

She knows we’re fucked. These ropes are cinched tight, biting into my wrists, soaked with sweat and panic. No flick of the wrist is getting me out of this.

Riser swings the gun lazily, a sick grin spreading. “C’mon, big tits. Off his cock.”

Charlotte clutches her chest, trembling as she slowly shifts, trying to shield herself from his stare.

He licks his lips, his bright blond hair casting a sinister glow about him.

He murmurs darkly, “Time for a threesome.”

Meghan steps beside Riser wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants, rubbing her wrists as if they are sore.

“Youfucker,” she snaps at me, eyes blazing. “You locked me in the attic. For a week!”

“You liked it — being caged by me. And it’s cooler than outside,” I counter sharply.

Her eyes narrow with detest. “Bastard! Good thing Riser found me.”

Charlotte scoffs and leers down at me. “You had Meghan imprisoned? In this house the whole time?”

“She was bait,” I say flatly. “I needed Riser to come back. And it worked.” I give her a cold glare and scold, “Untilyoutied me up.”

Charlotte flinches.

My gaze darts to Meghan. “You and Riser were fucking off-camera, right? Figures. Did you wait for him to cum, or did you start planning Charlotte’s rape before he was buried in you?”

Her smirk is slow, smug. “Jealous?”

I shake my head. “Not even close.”

“Bullshit.” Her voice sharpens. “You hate that I moved on.”

“I don’t,” I counter, truly not giving a fuck who she’s with.

She snarls. “Don’t lie, Grayson. I heard everything. All that pathetic simpering between you and your little fairy princess.”

She slinks toward Charlotte, eyes gleaming with hate. “Get off him, you nappy haired, Florida trash. Time’s up.”

Charlotte glances at me, terrified, her fingernails pinching into my sides like she doesn’t want to leave me. I nod, though, coaxing her off me, shifting just enough to encourage her to slide off.

Riser waves his gun. “Over there. Against the wall.”