(Trigger Warning: Consensual Non-Consent, Kidnapping Roleplay, Blackmail, Forced Exhibitionism, Power Play)
I should have screamed.
I tried to.
The rough hands that dragged me into the back of the van, the blindfold tightening over my eyes, the way my wrists burned against the zip ties—none of it was real. Not really.
But the wetness between my thighs? The way my nipples hardened when a stranger’s voice growled in my ear?
«Such a pretty little slut. Bet you like this, don’t you?»
I hated myself for it.
I loved it.
I was supposed to be theirs—Jace’s and Tyler’s. Their good girl. Their obedient pet.
But the way my pussy clenched when a calloused hand slid up my thigh, the way I whimpered when unfamiliar fingers pinched my nipple through my dress—
I didn’t want them to stop.
I wanted them to take.
I wanted them to break me.
And when the recording started—when I heard my own voice, moaning, begging, admitting I was a cheating slut who wanted to be used—
I knew I was fucked.
Because the man who kidnapped me?
He wasn’t just a rival.
He was a monster with the same sick kink as me.
And now?
He owns me.
