“You’re watching, aren’t you, pretty? Look at his tongue.” she purrs.

I can’t take it anymore. I grab the bottle and drink, the burn hitting my throat hard.

Inker laughs softly. “Rules are rules, baby girl. You can’t run from it.”

Guilt claws at me but the hunger between my legs wins. My hands tremble as I set the glass down, heart hammering, and I know I can’t stay.

I push myself off the couch and start walking towards my room. The door feels impossibly far yet I have to move.

By the time I reach, the alcohol’s already buzzing in my veins. My hand shakes as I turn the...