Alena’s Revenge by K.A Knight

Prologue

Alena

Fuck Travis. Fuck him and his stupid ‘this isn’t working anymore’ shit. He was just scared we were moving too fast. Not that I had been all for it, but it was just working out that way since we spent most of our nights together at his fancy apartment. I tried to keep my distance, to go slow, but he was adamant about pushing ahead. He told me he loved me and had never met anyone like me before.

All fucking lies, lies he’s probably telling some poor other girl right now.

He lives for the chase, the sex, and then breaking hearts. I saw the malicious grin on his face when I turned away, refusing to beg or cry. I deserved better, but that didn’t mean it was painless. I loved him a little. It was fresh and still growing, but it was there, and now here I am, slightly drunk and wearing a ridiculously short dress and overly high heels. Why do I do this?

Why am I out here making a fool of myself just because some idiot hurt me?

I know better, he’s not the first man to let me down, nor will he be the last, but I’m fucking tired of these boys and their games and the boredom in the normalcy of living. Work, sleep, heartbreak, repeat. So instead of my usual ritual of drinking myself into a coma at home, here I am, looking for something to change my world.

I guess I should be careful what I wish for.

When I see him, I know he’s going to be my fun tonight, a faceless fling to rid myself of the feel of the man who couldn’t even make me come. He’s dressed in a suit and good-looking. Just what I need. Something in me screams in warning, but I toss back my shot and ignore my brain. After all, it’s only led me into bad decisions and the beds of toxic assholes. For once, I won’t be smart. I’ll be stupid and take what I want.

Right now, that’s him.

Grabbing another shot for confidence, I drink it down before straightening my shoulders, flipping my hair back, cocking out my hip, and heading his way. He’s standing near the VIP section talking to a bouncer, and he finishes the conversation just as I sidle up to his side.

He blinks in surprise, but a slow, sultry smile curves his lips. “Well, hello there, beautiful. Looking for someone?”

“Yes, you.” I grin, stepping closer, sliding my hand up his chest to tickle the bare skin exposed at the top. “You look like a good time, which is exactly what I want.”

“Is that right?” he purrs, grasping my hips and pulling me closer. I hook my leg around his, and he inhales, eyes darkening.

“Yes, so are you?”

“Am I what?” he murmurs, his head bent towards me.

“A good time?”

“Definitely. Why don’t you let me show you?” he offers.

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me up the VIP stairs to a booth at the back. He slides in and pulls me after him. I lose my balance and almost land on his lap, making us both laugh.

He strokes my exposed skin, running his eyes over my body. “What’s your name?”

“Alena,” I answer and lean closer, pressing my breasts against his arm, making him groan. “Yours?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” he teases, his eyes dark. “Won’t your friends miss you?”

“I’m here alone,” I reply, and he blinks at my response, but it seems to be the right answer when he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back. He tastes of whiskey and mint, and it’s not unpleasant. When he pulls away, panting, I lick my lips.

“What sort of fun are you after?” he questions.

“The kind that has me screaming with my nails in your back,” I purr, dragging my hand down his torso to his hard cock. I squeeze it through his trousers so he knows exactly what I desire.

“I do like a woman who knows what she wants.” He grins and brushes his lips against my ear, making me shiver. “And isn’t afraid to take it.” He drops his hand to my long legs and runs his fingers up the smooth skin before reaching the hem of my dress. My breathing stutters, and my veins hum with desire and alcohol, but when I pull back, his eyes look... wrong. For a moment, I see a flash of satisfaction and calculation that makes me look closer, but then it’s gone and he’s back to smiling at me.

“Another drink?” he queries.

I nod mutely, internally shaking my head at my absurdity. It’s the lights, smoke, and booze playing tricks on me. He waves his hand, and another drink appears before me—a fruity cocktail. I prefer straight vodka or beer, but I let it slide. He doesn’t need to know me to fuck me. In fact, it’s probably better that way.

“Bottoms up.” He nods, sipping his drink as he keeps his eyes on me above the rim. I toss mine back, almost gagging at the excessively sweet drink. He drains his as well, taking my glass and adding it to his on the table.

“Want to come to my office for a little privacy?” he growls, dragging his fingers along my shoulder and playing with the strap of my dress. My pussy flutters a little at the invitation, and despite the alarm bells ringing in my head, I nod and let him take my hand and lead me from the VIP area.

Guiding me to a staircase, he rushes up the steps. I don’t complain, happy to get down to business. The lights flash brightly, obscuring my vision, and my head swims slightly, probably from all the alcohol. Fuck. I stumble, but he chuckles and rights me. He yanks me roughly after him, and I fall into the closed door at the top, gasping as the breath is knocked out of me. He groans and slams my back against it, his mouth descending on mine again. I blink as he devours me. Everything is slowing down, spinning. He pulls away, and the next thing I know, I’m on a desk with him on top of me. I giggle automatically as he shoves my dress up, but I can’t feel his touch. I feel numb.

Something is wrong.

The alarm bells are screeching now as my head spins. I want to close my eyes as my body becomes limp and unresponsive. My words even come out slurred. What’s wrong with me? Surely it can’t just be the booze, I didn’t have that much.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growls against my skin, nipping at it.

“Stop, something… something’s wrong.” I push at him weakly, barely even able to move him from between my legs.

“Too much to drink?” He laughs, but when he lifts his head, his smile is cruel. I blink. He has two heads now.

Get the fuck out.

I know if I don’t get out of this room, something really bad is going to happen.

Move now.

I try to sit up, but he pushes me back. “No, no, what was in that drink?” I try to snarl, but it comes out as a gasp. My head spins and my eyes start to close. Everything begins to fade, and at the last moment, I throw myself away from him, but when I hit the floor and it all goes black, I know I’m too late. Especially when I hear him standing above me.

“Thought I would at least get to have my fun this time.”

Fuck.

* * *

I regain consciousness slowly.My head is fuzzy, and it’s banging like a two-day bender headache. My body feels sluggish, and my skin is dirty, gritty, like I’m covered in sweat. Groaning, I try to pry my eyes open, but they refuse, and then I’m suddenly back in the black, and the pain stops.

Next time, I force my eyes open, and I squint at the dark room before I pass out again. My body is obviously still fighting off whatever is running through my system… whatever that asshole put in my drink.

Drugged.

I was drugged, I realise, before I succumb to the effects again.

I know time has passed when I wake up once more. I’m lying on something soft. I’m still weak and tired, but not as bad as before. The pain in my head has lessened, but I still don’t feel a hundred percent. My nose twitches as I smell dampness, sweat, and even pee. Cracking open my eyes, I find my head lolling on what looks like a dirty mattress on the floor of a half empty room. There’s a broken bed, old boxes, and furniture to one side. Dirty, ripped curtains cover the single window, where sun is trying to shine through the dusty, fogged glass.

Where am I?

I know something bad has happened. I was drugged, and now I wake up here? I move my feet and realise they are bare—no shoes, no bag.

Get moving, Alena, this is not fucking happening to you.

I see the news and hear the stories, and I refuse to be one of those girls on the reports.

No fucking way. I try to sit up, gritting my teeth against the pain it causes, but I just flop back down.

Time passes slowly, but each hour that slips by brings more strength into my limbs, and finally, I can stand. I manage to stumble around the room, inspecting the space. I try the window, but it’s bolted closed and looks out over water. The door is also locked, and I try to pick it with a nail from the floor, but it does nothing. Exhausted and thirsty, I collapse back onto the mattress, telling myself I’ll rest for a bit before getting out.

The next thing I know, there’s a giant bang as the door opens, and then I hear the sound of boots stomping across the creaky wood floor.

“Wake up, cunt. It’s time to make you pretty for your buyer.” Someone kicks my floppy legs. “Get your ass up. You won’t like it if I have to make you. It’s time for your new life, whore.” He laughs, the sound low and hateful.

Looking up in fear, I meet the eyes of the stern, smirking man.

Buyer?

Oh, double fuck.