My hands were pinned above my head while his free hand lifted up my shirt to get a better view of what was underneath. “Stop that,” I hissed.

”Hush. I’m taking a look at what’s mine. I heard that Vaughn bastard stained you, so I want to see where I can erase him off of your skin.” That didn’t sound any kind of good.

If there was a good time to throw up, it was while Alexander was trying to grope me in the bathroom locked away from everyone else who could see—and potentially hear from the crowd being too excited over the game. It was my unlucky day.

“No one has a claim over me but myself.” I stomped on his foot to get him off of me, but that was no dice.

He slapped me across the face with a nice crisp smacking sound. I would be red any moment and he ruined my makeup for the evening. There was no way to wiggle out of his death grip on my wrists above my head. I was trapped with a rapist.

“I didn’t know you had such a temper, little girl. You’re going to be tied to me for the rest of your pathetic little life. I made sure of that.” My shirt went up and tied around my wrists while he ogled my body.

“Pray tell, how am I going to be tied to your sorry ass?” If I was going to be stuck here and prodded, I might as well get information while I could. Everything felt like it was slipping away again and I felt sick.

His hand grabbed my bra and shoved it away from my boobs. “The deal is done. You may as well enjoy what I’m giving you. No one likes an ungrateful brat.”

The deal was done? What the hell was he on about?

“There’s no deal if I didn’t sign any paperwork. You know just as well as I do that’s the facts of deals and contracts.”

The smile he had on his face turned dark. “And you, my beautiful flower, have no idea what I’m capable of. Now hush and show me how much you want to please me.”

Teeth grazing over my skin, the feeling of throwing up wasn’t quite coming to me. I wanted so desperately to projective vomit on this sick fuck. Bracing for whatever he wanted to do, I held my breath when he clamped his mouth over my nipple.

No way this was happening.

Knocks started on the bathroom door. “Open up!”

“Ocupado, my guy!”

He continued banging on the door. It got louder and louder until it stopped. Maybe they gave up.

Alexander turned back to me. “Where were we?”

Click! The lock opened and the man busted through the door, locking it again behind him.