I can feel Knox’s hands gripping my waist tightly, eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as he rams into me from behind.
“Let go for me, Kitten,” he says.
And I do.
My whole body trembles like a violin string being pulled taut. His breath is hot on my neck, and my moans echo in the restroom. There’s a knock at the door. A voice. It's Finn yelling my name, telling me not to do this. ‘I don't want you screwing my brother, Sloane.’ But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I—
My eyes snap open.
My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like regret and bourbon. And the sounds from that terrible dream are reverberating inside my skull.
I groan and throw an arm over my eyes.
God, I hate alcohol. I’m also starving. I glance at the nightstand clock. It's almost eleven. How did I sleep this long? I coul
