He Loved Me, Then Hurt Me, I Said No

I knelt on the cold floor, listening to the slick, intimate sounds of them kissing beside me, and shut my eyes in despair. Zane Sloan had taken the rug away, saying he didn't want it getting dirty. But even that wasn't enough for him. Watching me on the floor like that, Yara Grant let out a soft, delighted laugh. "I heard Ms. Lynn has a thing for you, Zane. Isn't it a little cruel, making her sit there and watch us?" Zane laughed, low and cruel. "She likes me? Please. Like she's in any position to." Then he ordered, "Open your eyes." I dragged in a breath and opened them. The light hit me and everything went white for a second, blinding me before it swam back into focus. And what came into focus was obscene. Zane and Yara were tangled together on the couch, kissing like the rest of the world had stopped existing, their mouths wet and gleaming under the light. Yara's top had already been pushed up to her chest. Her face looked far too much like mine, and every time I caught sight of it, something in me went unsteady. I turned my face away before I could stop myself, my fingers digging hard into my own skin. I forced down the sharp ache climbing up through my chest. Because in the end, that was all I was. The pretty little bird Zane kept in a cage.