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?"

I'm way

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

yourself. Make sure to snap lots of

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

for him. He planned to enjoy himself all the next day too. Once the door shut, Nate lunged toward the bed. "Clara, I finally

instinctively grabbing a nearby lamp and swinging it hard. Nate didn't

death wish, huh?!" He raised his

moment of clarity. Blood touched her lips, and with newfound

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

lay shattered and sharp pieces were scattered across the floor. She picked up a shard and

and quickly dialed

effects were fierce, and her clarity only lasted seconds. She wasn't sure who she called-maybe Megan, Dylan,

someone picked up, she blurted out the hotel's address and