Chapter One Safira “Arch your back more, Safira. Make it perfect.” “Hold out your tongue, curl it around his cock and don’t stop. Even if you’re tired, even if your jaw hurts, don’t stop.” I emptied the glass in one gulp, the cold burn slicing down my throat, hoping—desperately—that this would be the last, that it would finally silence the memories clawing through my mind. But the voices in my head were louder than the thumping bass of the club. Each word Silas had spat at me an hour ago felt like a physical brand on my skin, burning hotter than the expensive scotch sliding down my throat. I didn’t remember getting to the bar. I just knew I had thrown my jacket over what I was wearing, called my friends, Tessa and Mae, gut-wrenching tears rolling down my cheeks. I took another shot, barely closing my eyes as it burned through my throat, and just like that, I was no longer in that bar. I was back in his room, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I had spent over
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