Page 54 of Under Rusted Stars

As the woman steps back and bows her head to Miguel, Jett bangs his head back against the table when he starts to get hard.

Dear God, he’s as big as Bodhi… Soft, he was big, but this… This I will feel in the morning…

Great. My ass already hurts, and somehow my brain decides now is the perfect time to remember Bodhi.

“You have five minutes to be inside of her, or I cut it off and shove it down her throat,” Miguel says before walking out of the basement. His men follow, but Jett doesn’t move.

“Jett,” I say, but he doesn’t answer. I see the red light on, so I need him to come over here. “Jett, get the fuck over here.”

He lifts his head and looks at me, but groans and drops his head again. A few seconds pass, and he forces himself to walk over to me. He sits at the opposite end of the cot, so I move to kneel next to him with my back to the camera.

“Jett, look at me,” I say quietly.

“I can’t,” he says, his voice breaking.

“You have to,” I say. “He does what he says he will.”

“I can’t hurt you,” he says again, looking up at me. “Liv… I…”

“You aren’t forcing me, Jett. This is you and me. Okay? We get out of this together. Okay?” I whisper as quietly as I can.

“Fuck, my head is spinning,” he sighs. “What the fuck did they give me?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “But I am right here. Okay?”

“They’re filming.” Jett glances up at the camera and then at me. “They want to film me raping you.”

“It’s probably live-streamed to the dark web,” I say. “Jason’s done it to me before. Jett, hun…”

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning his body to me. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I promise,” I say, backing up a bit when he moves closer. I am trying hard not to move too quickly and freak him out. God knows what they gave him. I remember once they gave a guy a mix of ecstasy and cocaine with that injection, and that man assaulted me for an hour straight.

Jett slowly moves close to me while trying not to cry. He places his hands to either side of my head as he kneels between my thighs. My entire body is shaking, but I’m trying to make it stop. I hate that he can see how nervous I am. I’m trying to just breathe, but it’s hard. I am nowhere near ready, and this is going to fucking hurt if he fucks me dry.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” I say, my voice breaking. He gives me the saddest smile I’ve ever seen, and his thumb brushes my cheek.

“Liv,” he says softly. “Look at me.”

“I’m trying,” I choke out. I am gripping his biceps, trying to chill the fuck out.

“We’ve got this,” he reminds me.

“I’m trying,” I repeat, trying to slow my breathing.

“I know,” he says. My fingers are digging into his arms hard enough that it should hurt, but he never asks me to let go. “Just you and me, remember?”

“Yeah,” I say, reminding myself that I am safe with Jett. “You and me.”

When my body relaxes, he gently presses against me. I appreciate that he isn’t just ramming into me, but I know the mix of drugs is making him struggle with that control.

“Ready?” he asks me, delaying the inevitable. I nod tearfully, and he drops his forehead to mine.

Jett slowly pushes into me, and I whimper in pain as he buries deeper. I try so hard to keep it together, but the pain stabs deep into my belly as he stretches my body. “I’m sorry,” he grunts. “I’m so sorry.”

“FuckFuckFuck,” I cry. I try to breathe, but I can’t. He's slowly rocking his hips, and it feels like I’m being gutted.

“Goddamnit, I can’t,” he grunts and pulls out of me.