Chapter 4
Sierra
The party turned out better than I expected. Not that I had any doubts; it’s my party after all, but still… Tonight actually feels worth it. Probably because of whatever the hell Tess brought. These pills? Yeah… definitely not what I’m used to.
I didn’t think I’d be the one stepping away from my own party, but here I am, shutting the bedroom door behind me just to get a minute.
It’s hot. Annoyingly hot. And it’s not just the room.
I tug at my clothes, trying to get comfortable, but it doesn’t help. My head’s all over the place, and my thoughts keep slipping into directions I’d usually control a lot better.
Which is… interesting. I haven’t felt this turned on in a long time. But there are more than fifty guys in this house. Surely one of them can keep me entertained tonight.
Knock, knock.
My thoughts come to an abrupt stop as I turn toward the door, catching sight of a figure in the frame.
“Hey… sorry, I thought this was the bathroom,” he says, his tone easy and unbothered.
I can’t really see him. The room is dark—I never bothered turning the lights on, and the only thing breaking the shadows is the faint glow slipping through the curtains, not enough to make out more than his outline.
I should probably care. Ask who he is. Tell him to leave. But I don’t. Because right now… it doesn’t matter.
I push myself off the bed and cross the room, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him down into a kiss before he can say anything else.
There’s a split second of surprise, but it disappears the moment he kisses me back, and that’s all I need.
The kiss shifts almost instantly, turning messier, hungrier, hands moving freely, like neither of us plans to stop.
Everything happens too fast. Clothes getting in the way, hands pulling, pushing, sliding over skin—I don’t even realize when I’m the one left exposed.
One second I’m gripping his shirt, the next I’m pressed against him, my breath uneven as everything around me blurs into nothing but heat and impulse.
His lips trailing over my chest, licking and biting hard at my nipples before moving up my neck, kissing it like a starved man, not giving me a second to think.
“You sure, princess?” he says softly, though there’s nothing gentle left in the way he says it.
A quiet sound slips out of me while my fingers tighten against him, my head tilting slightly as I refuse to pull away.
“Do I look unsure?” I ask, my tone steady and certain.
Something in him snaps, and before I can react, he turns me around and pushes me against the makeup vanity. Everything on it crashes to the floor, bottles and brushes scattering everywhere as the impact sends them flying, the noise sharp and sudden.
My hands press against the surface to steady myself, my breath catching as I feel him right behind me, close enough to make my pulse stumble.
“Don’t forget… you asked for it,” he murmurs.
And then he moves, one rough thrust that leaves my hands braced hard against the vanity, my knuckles aching from the pressure. His cock stretches my pussy more than I thought possible, and I nearly pass out from the sudden intrusion.
The pain mixes with the pleasure and the euphoria from the pills, blurring everything together as I try to keep up with what’s happening. But this is too much. Too sudden. Too painful.
He fucks me with a kind of brutal desperation that leaves my entire body shaking uncontrollably. There’s nothing gentle about it. Not even close.
His thrusts grow harder and deeper, the rhythm merciless, pulling shaky breaths and helpless sounds out of me faster than I can hide them.
My fingers tighten against the vanity, my body tensing under the pressure, caught somewhere between resisting and giving in.
And still—I don’t move away. The drugs flooding my system smooth everything into a distant haze, keeping me steady even as the stranger behind me moves like he’s trying to ruin me.
Every rough thrust sends another sharp wave through me, the sounds leaving my mouth only seeming to encourage him more.
Both of his hands come up suddenly, caging my face, one on each side, fingers digging in as he forces my mouth open wider, stretching it into something that almost resembles a smile.
There’s nothing soft about it. The pull is sharp enough to hurt, locking me in place like my opinion on any of this stopped mattering a long time ago, and somehow that only makes everything hit harder.
The sensation curls through me strong enough to make me shiver, but he still doesn’t ease up.
“Hope you’re on the pill, princess,” he says, like it doesn’t matter.
Then he buries himself deep enough to make me gasp, holding me there while warmth spreads inside my cunt in slow pulses that leave my entire body shaking.
The realization crashes into me a second later, locking every muscle in place.
I can still feel him afterward, warmth lingering between my thighs as I tremble against the vanity, my fingers curled tightly around the edge just to steady myself.
For a second, nothing fully registers except the sudden flicker of light—a flash. I look up just in time to catch his silhouette, phone still in hand, before the door slams shut behind him.
I push myself up quickly, grabbing the first thing I can find to cover myself.
“That son of a bitch!”
I move around the room, using a random piece of clothing to clean up all the mess between my legs, my mind already running through everything that just happened.
The haze from the drugs is gone. Completely. And now I’m thinking clearly again.
What the fuck was that?!
I didn’t exactly get what I wanted out of it, since the jerk didn’t even bother helping me reach an orgasm, but the memory of it still lingers in my body, refusing to fade as quickly as it should.
My pussy is still pulsing from the emptiness his cock left behind.
I exhale slowly, steadying myself, one hand resting against the wall as I glance toward the door. I remain where I am, staring at it like it might open again.
Then it hits me. The flash. The phone. The position I was in.
My stomach clenches, the realization settling in fast and heavy, wiping out whatever was left of that haze.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through my hair as I start pacing the room. “That fucking asshole.”
My voice comes out sharper now, echoing against the walls as I glance around like he might still be somewhere close.
“He takes a picture and just leaves?” I mutter, scoffing under my breath. “Who the hell does that?”
I grab the nearest thing off the vanity and hurl it at the door hard enough for it to shatter on impact, frustration building with every second.
“Unbelievable…” The word barely leaves my lips before something cuts through the noise downstairs.
A scream. Not the drunk, playful kind.
Sharp.
Panicked.
Then another one follows.
I spin toward the door, my body going tense as more voices erupt outside, messy and out of control.
“What the hell…?!” I don’t waste time. I grab my clothes, pulling them on quickly, not even bothering to fix anything properly before heading out, my steps fast as I move through the hallway.
The noise only gets worse the closer I get. Shouting. Confusion. People talking over each other.
I make my way down the stairs, forcing myself through the crowd, irritation already building at the chaos—until I see where everyone’s looking.
By the pool. Someone’s being dragged out, clothes soaked, limbs heavy, the water around him still rippling from whatever just happened.
My mind blanks for half a second before it finally hits me. My chest tightens, my breath catching as everything around me starts to blur, the noise around us fading into the background while the image sinks deeper than it should.
The second it clicks, something cold settles deep in my stomach as I push forward without thinking, my voice breaking through the noise before I can stop it.
“VINCE!! NOOO!”