Everything hurts, and as I try to move, a pain shoots down my leg. When I grab my thigh, I feel a sticky substance. I crack my eyes and take in my surroundings. It’s dark and musty, but the wood paneling tells me that I am still at the vineyard. Shivers wrack my body.

There’s a pounding in my head, and breathing is difficult. Reaching out, I push up and cry out in pain as it sears through me. My arm gives way, and I collapse onto the hard, cold floor.

“The pretty little peach is awake.” A menacing voice reaches through the darkness, and I glace up to find the man with the gray eyes. “You better eat. It will soon be time, and I don’t want you dying before I’ve had my chance for revenge.” With that, he closes the door and leaves me in the dark room with a plate of food and a glass of water. I don’t know where I am and my mind is foggy. Disorientated, like I’ve been drugged.

My heart aches. Liam must be looking for me. My sister, Callum, Ryan and Kierra, they must all be worried sick. Pushing myself up, I sit on the mattress. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand. I walk over to the door, feeling my way against the wall and find the light switch. The dim bulb comes to life, and I take in my surroundings.

It’s a small room with a single bed. The floor is dark, but the walls are gray with paintings hanging haphazardly along them. Picking up the plate and glass, I pad over to the bed and sit down slowly. My legs are freezing cold since I’m only wearing a skirt. Picking up the sandwich, I take a bite into it and groan. I’m starving and it’s good.

Before long, both the glass of milk and the bread are finished. There are small windows higher up, and I can see the soft light of dawn spilling into the room. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, or how long I’ve been sleeping, but my head feels groggy. My body aches everywhere, but it’s my heart that’s in tatters.

What could he want with me? How does he know Tay? All I want is Liam’s strong arms around me, holding me and keeping me safe. I want to give him something to live for, maybe even a family.

I know he’s falling for me as I have fallen for him. I should have told him, there were so many moments that I waited. Now, time isn’t on my side, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Will I ever get that chance? To tell him how I feel? My mind flits back to the last few days, the memories making my heart ache.

“Liam, let’s go!” I call out to him. We’ve decided to spend the day on the beach, enjoying each other’s company. It’s been two days since he told me about his past. I can see he has been trying to be a boyfriend. It’s difficult since he’s recognized most times we’re out, but for the most part, he’ll grab my hand and tell reporters I’m his girlfriend.

“Come here, Peach, if I catch you, I will spank your ass.” Giggling, I run up the sandy embankment and glance back. As I reach the top, I see him not far behind. The waves crash on the shore and the hot sun heats my skin, nowhere near what Liam’s gaze does. I turn to watch him run up the hill, my hands on my hips.

“You’re slow, old man.” I tease. He’s eleven years older than me, but with a body like that, you’d think he was much younger. When he reaches me, he lifts me up, spinning me around, and my arms twine around his neck. When we come to a stop, I peer at him through my sunglasses.

“Old man? Would you like to be put across my knee? It seems my girl needs to remember to respect her elders.” His raspy tone tightens the coil in my stomach and has my clit throbbing. I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Why don’t you teach me to behave?” His growl is evidence that my words had their desired effect.

“I think it’s time for lunch.” Our gazes lock and I frown. We haven’t brought any food up here, and it’s a trek back down to the blanket we had set up. “I’m going to eat that sweet pussy right here.” He slides me down his body, and I feel his erection pressing into me.

“Liam, you can’t…”

“Peach, I can do anything I want.” With a cheeky wink, he lays me down under the hot sun and continues to make me cry out his name.

Sadness scorches my heart, leaving it cold and barren without him. “I love you…” My voice rings in the room. Suddenly, the door opens and the man’s figure darkens the doorway. He’s tall with broad shoulders that just about fit through the small space. His face is rounded and he looks to be in his late forties, unshaven, and it looks as if he’s not slept in days. His cold eyes glare at me, sending a shiver of fear racketing through me.

“Awww, isn’t that cute. He loves you, too.”

“What do you want with me? I don’t even know who you are.”

“You’re my ticket to a new life, Emma Quinn. Don’t you recognize me?” He steps closer, but I can’t for the life of me place him. My mind flits through everyone I have met in recent years, but he just doesn’t look familiar.

“No, I don’t.” He scowls, staring at me with anger.

“When your father had those big corporations investing their insurance premiums with us, I came up with the perfect plan. Add an extra percent on a premium here and there, nobody will know the difference. Those rich fuckers will pay anything to keep their assets safe. I had almost gotten enough to make sure I was taken care of. That’s when your father noticed the numbers didn’t add up.” Shaking my head, I can’t believe this vile man did that. I never knew the background to what happened, but the shock that he blames my father sends waves of anger through me. “He took everything from me. He could have had it all. Instead, he grew a conscience and fucked up my whole plan.” My face must have shown the shock I felt, because when those steely eyes landed on me again, he smirked. “Now you remember me, don’t you, little Emmy?”

His nickname has my stomach lurching in disgust. The man in front of me looks nothing like I remember. When I was still in school, he used to come by our house.

When we hit high school, I don’t remember seeing him much, and not long after, my father told us we’d be moving. There was so much going on that I didn’t think about why or how. All I knew was that my father had gotten a new job because he’d learned that his business partner was stealing money.

“But, you were gone. They arrested you.” My voice sounds small, and I am certain he can smell the fear dripping from me.

“And then I came back, found your sister, and made sure that she’ll always remember me. Did you know she was a whore?” His lips curve into a sinister smirk.

“What? No, my sister—”

“She tried to protect you by giving her body up to ensure the safety of her sister. But you know what…” he takes a small step toward me, and I take one back. “You can’t run and this time, I will get to taste the little Emmy.” Swiftly, his hand grabs my hair, tugging it back until my eyes are locked on his.

Pinning me against the wall between his body and the cold cement, his hot, stale breath in my ear as he hisses the words, “I want to taste that sweetness that your boyfriend can’t get enough of, that he had to fuck you in a dark office. Did you like that? Did you like him fucking you like a little slut?” My eyes sting with tears as he pulls my hair harder, burning pain shooting through my head.

“Please, don’t do this. We can pay you. Is it money you want?” The tears roll down my face as soon as I blink, and his lips brush against my cheek. Fear runs through my veins, sending cold shivers through me.

“Just like your sister, a little whore. I don’t need your money. You have something else I want, though.” His hand trails up my leg, gripping my thigh so hard, causing me to cry out in pain. His body pushes against me, and I can feel his erection.

“Just let me go, please?” My begging falls on deaf ears as he continues to rub himself against me. Faster and faster. Disgust has bile rising to my throat and my eyes slam shut. A buzzing rings through the room, and suddenly he lets go. Stepping back, I watch him pull a phone from his pocket.

Before he answers, he glares at me. “I will be back.” And with that, I’m left alone again in the room. Lying on the bed, I curl into myself and let the tears flow. He didn’t do anything, but I feel dirty. Filthy. Disgusting. Liam would never want me now. Not tainted the way I am.

When the door opens moments later, he walks in holding a dress bag. “You’re wearing this.” Chucking it on the bed, I glance down and then back at him.

“What? I mean, where do I change?” Giving in isn’t what I want to do, but I’m out of options. I can’t fight him, he’s twice my size, and not having eaten very much, I am weak.

“Right here, Peach. I like pretty little girls, and I would love to see what’s under that whore skirt.” His cold eyes trace their way up my bare legs, and an icy shiver wracks through me. “I said fucking drop the skirt.” His tone is low and dangerous, and it’s only then I see a silver glint. A knife.

The tears prick my eyes as I push up from the bed and unzip my skirt. The realization that Liam has my panties in his pocket sends a fresh wave of nausea through me. As the skirt pools at my feet, I tug the hem of my top down, hoping to cover myself to his filthy gaze.

“So pretty.” Stalking towards me, he grazes his hand over my cheek, down my arm, until he reaches my ass. Squeezing it tight, eliciting a painful yelp from me. His thick fingers trail their way over my hips, and he spins me around, pushing against my back, forcing me to bend at the waist.

I feel the cool point of the blade as it slices through my top. My bra follows. My body is trembling with fear.

“Please, just let me get dressed?” My throat is dry and my voice is hoarse as the words burn themselves from my chest.

“Soon, my little Peach. You see, your sister was in this exact same position once. When I sliced her, that smooth, soft skin bled for me.” His evil words seep into my mind, and I shake my head so fast I feel dizzy. “Now, it’s your turn.”