Colt tightened his grip on Regina's hand, his lips brushing against her ear. "Singing at a bar makes you innocent, does it?"
Regina wanted to respond, but the effects of the drug surged again. Her mind went blank, and her body went limp, the emptiness inside her rising once more.
The sensation overwhelmed her, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan, which only fueled Colt's anger.
Regina curled up, trying to bury herself under the blankets, wrapping them tightly around her. "Stay away! Don't touch me!"
Colt found her reaction almost amusing. Just moments ago, she was answering his questions, and now she was pretending to pass out.
He pulled the covers back, yanking Regina out from under them. Pinning her down, he leaned close and whispered, "How many times have you been through this
