Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 19

Clara handed the cabbie some cash and headed towards her place. But as she turned the corner, someone clamped a hand over her nose.

She fought back, recognizing Colton's voice. "Didn't I warn you last time? Upset Quinn again, and I'd let the guys have at you. But tonight, Nate's got dibs. He's been itching for this, so brace yourself. He's quite the expert in the bedroom. I hope you can handle it."

In a daze, Clara felt a bottle pressed to her lips. She swallowed half, clueless about what it was. She could only feel her body ignite with heat as everything blurred into chaos. Just one thought cut through the haze: if she made it through this, Colton would regret ever messing with her.

She was shoved into a car, her head knocking painfully against the door, momentarily clearing her mind before darkness took over again.

The car pulled up at a fancy hotel, and Clara was dragged into a room. Nate and Colton were tight with Simon. Colton had a thing for Quinn, while Nate had long wanted a taste of Clara. When Colton called Nate, he thought it was a joke. But Colton was dead serious, delivering Clara on a silver platter.

Nate stood by the bed, watching Clara in her dazed state. He felt his excitement boiling over. "Colton, you sure Simon won't flip if I go through with this?"

Colton sneered, dialing Simon. The call connected quickly. "Colton, what's up?" "Nate's interested in Clara. If he goes for it, are you cool with that?"

course. I'm way

the sight of Clara, barely conscious on the bed. "Great, we're all still

it. Enjoy yourself. Make sure to snap lots of pics and vids. I

could hardly wait, shoving Colton out. "Don't worry, I'll get everything

He planned to enjoy himself all the next day too. Once the

instinctively grabbing a nearby lamp and swinging it hard. Nate didn't see it coming, and the sharp edge sliced his

got a death wish, huh?!" He raised his hand, slapping

her lips, and with newfound strength,

of excess alcohol and sex had left Nate weakened. The first hit had drained him,

the floor. She picked up a shard

adjusted her clothes and quickly dialed a number on her

clarity only lasted seconds. She wasn't

the hotel's address and stumbled towards the door,