Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

He’s naked.
And so am I.
In his bed.
I can’t remember anything. The last thing I remember is dancing with him, then I have a foggy
recollection of crawling toward the gallery, trying to escape.
Obviously, I didn’t make it.
I knew I wouldn’t. He was right behind me.
Everything else is foggy. I don’t know how I ended up here. All I know is I’m here with him in
his bed, and my clothes are gone.
I feel for them just to be sure. My hand slides over my naked breast and the peak of my nipple. I
run it down my stomach, and slide my fingers between my bare legs.
I squeeze my eyes closed when I feel nothing, not a single thread of fabric on my body.
He lied. He told me it wouldn’t do anything for him to rape me while I was unconscious, but the
bastard lied.
My heart feels so heavy, and I feel so, so stupid.
I should have known. I did know. I knew what would happen if I came here, but I had to come
anyway. He had my cat.
Tears well up in my eyes, but they don’t fall. It’s just a little sadness, not a full on, dramatic cry.
I’m almost resigned, even though it has just hit me.
I knew this would happen, and now it has.
What I don’t know is what happens next.
My mouth is so dry, I can’t even focus on anything else. I don’t want to ask him for anything, but
I’m desperate. “Do you have water?”
Wordlessly, Calvin reaches for something on his bedside stand. Relief grips me when he uncaps
a bottle of water and hands it to me.
“Thank you,” I murmur instinctively, then flinch because I have to stop thanking this asshole for
things.
My body feels so much better as I gulp down half of the bottle. Even my head doesn’t seem to
hurt as much. I’m irrationally afraid he won’t give it back if I don’t finish the whole thing, so I only
stop to come up for air, then I gulp down the rest of it.
He takes the empty bottle and replaces the lid. “I take it you were thirsty.”