Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea

I tried to turn my head, but I barely managed more than a millimetre. I was able to move my lips, slightly, and my toes. Whatever Frost slipped me—I had a reasonably good idea of what—must have been a small dose and was gradually wearing off.

Part of me wished it would hurry up. At the same time, I could have lain here, just like this, for longer. Storm and Frost could have taken turns, fucking me while I could do nothing but let them use me.

“Hey,” Frost greeted Storm, his expression tentative, but defiant.

“What did you do to her?” Storm scowled down at me.

“Nothing she didn't want.” Frost slid out of me and pulled his pants back into place.

Storm ignored him. “Chelsea?”

I looked back at him, barely blinking.

He grabbed Frost by the back of his shirt and pulled him out of the car. He dumped him hard on the concrete before reaching for me. Hand tight on my wrist, he pulled until I was close enough for him to lift out of the back seat.

It wasn't until I was in his arms that I saw Dallas hovering a couple of metres back. He scowled at Frost like he might grab him and bash the back of his head into the side of his own car.

“What did he do?” Storm's voice was surprisingly gentle, but laced with fury. He might rip Frost's face off if he didn't get some answers soon.

“Like I said, nothing she didn't want me to.” Frost placed his hands on the side of the car behind him and pushed himself to his feet. “You don't think I'd fucking hurt her, do you?”

“Look at her,” Storm demanded. “She can barely fucking move. You drugged her, then fucked her.” His tone was dangerous now. His fury made his face red. He clearly assumed I hadn't consented to what Frost did to me. Did he really think Frost would force himself on me? Was Frost really the kind of guy who'd do that?

Evidently, Storm and Dallas thought so.

“She knew what she was taking,” Frost said, struggling to keep his voice even. “She let me do it. She wanted to.”

“She wanted to be helpless?” Storm asked. “That's—” He shook his head, but doubt had started to settle in his mind. He didn't want to believe Frost would rape me, but he wasn't completely convinced. “I don't have time for this. I'm getting her out of here. I'll deal with your sorry ass later.”

Frost looked like he wanted to argue, but finally he sagged. “She drove her own car. It's over there.” He nodded towards my little yellow hatchback before reaching into his car for my bag and phone. He shoved both at Dallas and stepped back, like the other man might literally bite his head off.

Dallas pulled out my keys and unlocked my car. He opened the door and let Storm place me inside. “Where are you taking her?”

“My place.” Storm clicked my seatbelt into place and took the keys from Dallas. “Fun's over, go home.”

Dallas shot Frost a caustic glare, but nodded and stalked off to his own car. His whole body was stiff, anger and frustration radiating off him. Was he frustrated at Frost, Storm, or me? I wasn't sure. That was a matter for tomorrow, not tonight.

“I wouldn't do anything to hurt her,” Frost called out before Storm closed the door and started the engine.

“I should run the prick over,” Storm muttered before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking space.

I managed a slight sound of disagreement in the back of my throat. The fact Storm wasn't punching the shit out of Frost as we spoke suggested he had some idea of the truth. Maybe he didn't want to accept it yet, but he knew.

He sighed. “I shouldn't have let him take you out. If I knew what he'd do, I wouldn't have. Pulling shit like this in a public place is bullshit.”

So that was what had him so angry.

He glanced over at me. “Anyone could have walked up. They could have used you. Without your consent, or mine.”

I couldn't tell which would have annoyed him more. Me being raped, or anyone touching me without his permission.

I knew which one of those bothered me more.

I managed a sound of annoyance.

He chuckled. “Did I piss you off? You know the score. If anyone touches you without your consent and mine, I'll rearrange their fucking face.”

He fell silent and focused on driving, moving the car through the light traffic.

“You could have had some kind of reaction to what he gave you,” Storm said finally.

I could move my fingers now. The drug was wearing off more rapidly. I tried again to speak. “I didn't,” I managed to whisper.

“Lucky for him, because he'd be floating in the middle of the bay right now if you had.” He pulled into the driveway and waited for the door leading to the undercover parking in Powell Tower to open.

“I'm fine.” His overprotectiveness was starting to grate on my nerves. “You could take me home.”

I could use a shower and some time to decompress, and for the drug to wear off fully. Maybe a coffee strong enough to drive the rest of it away, out of my system. Or at least, let it feel like it was doing that. At this point, nothing I could take would make it leave my bloodstream quicker. Nothing but time.

“I'm not letting you out of my sight until the shit in your system is gone.” He backed my little hatchback into a parking space and turned off the engine. Footsteps heavy on the concrete, he hurried around to my side and started to lift me out of the car.

I tried to protest, but my whole body was weighed down with lead. I had no choice but to let him carry me all the way up to his apartment.

Shoving the door open with his back, he carried me into his bedroom. Carefully, as if I might break, he placed me down on his bed and sat beside me. “You look good in my bed.”

I twitched my eyebrows at him. “You didn't need to do this.”

“Of course I did.” He brushed hair back off my forehead. “I take care of what's mine.”

He pulled off my shoes and tossed them aside on the floor. “You really took whatever he gave you on purpose?”

“I did,” I agreed. “I swallowed it all down. Let him live out his fantasy. As far as kinks go, his is harmless fun.”

Storm grunted. “It's fucked up.”

“You don't have any fucked up fantasies?” I asked. Some might argue that paying me to fuck another man was fucked up.

“Of course I do,” he said. “They just don't involve making you helpless.”

I tried to sit up, but my body still wouldn't comply. “Some men get off on fucking people while they're asleep. Or completely unconscious. I was awake and aware.”

“Would you let him fuck you while you're unconscious?” Storm frowned.

“Maybe,” I said. “I don't know if that's what he's into.”

He chewed on that for a few moments. “I knew there was something screwy about him. I wonder how he'd feel about being so helpless.”

“That might be his ultimate fantasy,” I said. If Storm and Frost wanted to act that out, I wanted to watch. “What's yours?”

He worked his jaw back and forth until I thought he might not tell me. Finally, he said, “You know I like to be in control.”

“I might have noticed that,” I teased lightly.

“Don't make me spank your ass,” he growled playfully.

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” I retorted. “What kind of control do you want over me? The same as Frost?”

He took a moment to respond. When I thought he might change the subject, he finally said, “No, I want you to be able to fight back. I want you to struggle and scream, and I want to take you while you do it. But I want you to let me.” He averted his gaze, uncomfortable with having admitted to something dark. Something I might judge him for. Something that set my blood on fire like a lit match on petrol.

“Rape fantasy is a relatively common kink,” I said. It was one of mine. “With or without drugs involved. I want to explore that with you.” I waited until he turned his face back to me before adding, “I like it when my partners get rough.”

He exhaled a ragged breath and moved to lean against the pillows beside me. “That was why you took what Frost gave you? You like to let men take control when they fuck you?”

“Depending on the man, yes,” I said. “But only then. Not at work, or outside the bedroom.” I waited for him to disagree and I wasn't disappointed.

“What you do at work is totally within your control,” he said slowly. “But I'm going to keep a closer eye on the rest of your time. Now you're here, you can stay.”

“I have a perfectly good apartment of my own,” I argued. I wasn't surprised he suggested it though, especially after tonight. Of course he'd want to keep me close.

“Rent it out,” he said simply. “I'll organise a removalist in the morning.”

“No,” I said firmly. “Starting with the fact we barely know each other, and ending with the fact I'm still on placement. If the Smashers find out I'm living with you, they'll terminate the rest of it. My chance to work for the team will be gone forever. I may never work for another team either. I'm not giving that up.” He could fight me on this, but he wouldn't win, because I was right.

His jaw was set, and I thought he might argue anyway, but he eventually nodded. “When your placement is over and the team hires you, you'll live here.”

“Maybe I will, and maybe I won't,” I said. “I'm not going to think about it until my placement is finished. I need to focus on that, and you need to focus on the season. If you're going to let me be a distraction, I'll walk away right now.”

“Not letting you walk away,” he said. “You won't distract me as long as you do what I tell you to do. I'll let you keep living at your place for now. We'll talk about the rest later. In the meantime, I'll wash Frost's cum off your pussy.”

“I'm going to see him again,” I said before Storm scooped me up and carried me to his bathroom.

“We'll see,” was all he said before he sat me down beside the bath.