Chapter 142

She shook her head, feeling tears pricking the backs of her eyelids at the reminder. At the rate she was going there wouldn't be a drop of moisture left in her body by dinnertime.

"I'm sorry, baby girl, if I'd known, I wouldn't have made your first time in front of everyone." There was a tiny bit of true regret in his voice, but Trish didn't miss the fact that he would still have raped her. Just in private. She also didn't miss his slight emphasis on the word 'first.' The finger inside of her moved, thrusting, and made her whimper at the physical reminder as well. "Are you sore, baby?"

Trish nodded, and - to her relief - he slid his finger from her body.

What followed confused the hell out of her. Jordan made her swallow some strange, gel-like substance that tasted like mint before giving her a cup of water to drink and standing over her while he watched her drink all of it. Then he gave her a shot in the