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Vaughan woke to the bright midday sun streaming through the gaps in the heavy velvet blinds of the VIP room. He blinked against the harsh light, a deep frown immediately contouring his handsome, chiseled features. He turned his head and stared intently at the naked woman sleeping soundly beside him on the tangled sheets. The memories of last night’s raw, unrestrained fucking rushed back, but he shoved them aside. Wasting no time, he rolled his large frame off the mattress and grabbed his phone from the mahogany nightstand. He issued a quick, commanding order, his tone leaving zero room for delay. He slipped into a pair of dark boxers just as a discrete knock echoed through the suite. Opening the heavy oak door a fraction, he accepted a small paper bag from a silent staff member. He retrieved a cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge, set both items firmly on the glass table, and dressed himself in his tailored trousers and unbuttoned dress shirt. He sat heavily on the luxurious leather sofa across the room, crossing his muscular arms. He watched her naked form with calculated intensity. He refused to let her simply escape into the wind, only to ambush him months later with an unpleasant, life-altering surprise like a pregnancy. That was not how Vaughan Sterling operated.

Across the expansive bed, Sienna finally roused from her drug-induced sleep. A pounding, blinding headache struck her skull the moment she opened her eyes. The relentless ringing of her phone on the carpet pierced her eardrums. She shifted to reach for it, and her entire body screamed in unfamiliar, agonizing soreness. Between her thighs, her flesh felt battered, a raw, burning reminder of the brutal sexual encounter. Every inner muscle ached from stretching to accommodate his massive cock. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the stinging pain to grab the phone.

Answering the call, she was met with Ryker’s panicked, heavily guilt-ridden voice.

"Where are you, Sienna? I am so sorry. I should never have left you alone at the club. Please tell me you are safe."

Intensely irritated, Sienna rubbed her temples. The foggy memories began to clear. She suddenly recalled the dare, the strange taste of the drink, and how Ryker’s companion, Vivienne, had likely drugged her during that stupid game.

"I will call you later." Sienna coldly brushed off his frantic worry, her voice flat and raspy. She abruptly hung up the phone and tossed it onto the mattress.

"Take the pill on the nightstand and let's talk."

The deep, commanding baritone echoed in the quiet room, startling her. Sienna spun around in sheer terror. She shrank under the intense, predatory gaze of the arrogant man sitting casually on the sofa. Panic seized her throat. She frantically reached for the white bed linens, pulling the thick fabric tightly around her naked, sore form to shield herself from his invasive stare. A brutal mix of fury and deep embarrassment washed over her as the reality of her situation sank in. She had been used.

"What kind of pill is it?" she demanded, clutching the sheets to her chest, her knuckles turning white.

Vaughan sneered at her with cold contempt, his dark eyes raking over her makeshift cover.

"Are you really so dumb? It is the kind of pill a woman takes after having unprotected sex."

Sienna felt her blood run cold, then boil over. Grinding her teeth in blinding rage, she fired back defensively.

"Do not worry. We are both adults, but I can assure you with unwavering certainty that I will not carry a bastard in my womb."

"That is not enough assurance. Prove it to me. Take the pill right now." Vaughan’s voice dropped to a lethal octave. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

"I refuse to take your specific pill. I do not trust its source, and for all I know, you might be trying to poison me." Sienna held her ground, defiant against his controlling, arrogant demeanor. She would not be ordered around by the man who had ruthlessly taken advantage of her altered state.

"If you ever try to blackmail me with an unwanted pregnancy, I will destroy you." Vaughan coldly and menacingly warned her, his gaze promising utter ruin.

Sienna merely lifted her chin with fierce pride, refusing to let him see her break.

"Give me some privacy so I can dress my battered body."

Vaughan let out a dark, mocking chuckle.

"What is there to hide? I have already seen, touched, and tasted everything."

Sienna glared at him, refusing to engage in his sick game any further. She dropped the heavy sheet to reach for her scattered clothes at the foot of the bed. As the white fabric fell away, it inadvertently revealed stark, bright bloodstains painted across the center of the white mattress. The undeniable proof of her innocence glared under the midday sun.

The sight made Vaughan’s cold countenance sink immediately. Deep confusion pierced his icy exterior. He stared at the crimson patches, a heavy jolt hitting his chest. He realized with shock that she had been a virgin. He had torn right through her untouched flesh. The revelation threatened to unsettle his iron-clad logic, but he rapidly buried any fleeting sense of remorse. He hardened his jaw, coldly rationalizing to himself. She had been the one to initiate the kiss in the hallway. She had thrown herself at him. The aphrodisiac in her system had been lethal; technically, he had saved her from the drug's maddening, potentially fatal effects. If he had not fucked her, she could have died from the extreme fever.

Ignoring his intense stare, Sienna finished dressing in her tight club attire. The fabric chafed against her sensitive nipples and bruised hips. She grabbed her small purse and limped toward the heavy door, every step sending a fresh wave of pain through her inner walls.

Vaughan purposefully closed the physical distance between them, stepping right into her path.

"Do you not think it is a little shameful playing the innocent victim after you were the one who recklessly seduced a man?" he asked cruelly, looking down his perfect nose at her.

Coolly regaining her shattered composure, Sienna refused to back down. She dug deep into her small purse. She bypassed her lip gloss and keys, her fingers finding only a single, crumpled one-dollar bill. A deeply vindictive plan formed in her mind. She pulled the wrinkled green note out, locked her eyes with his, and threw it directly into Vaughan's handsome face. It hit his cheek and fluttered down to his expensive leather shoes.

"This is the payment for your service. Well, your performance was below the average of a real man, so this is what you deserve." She spat the lethal verbal blow with icy precision.

She did not wait for his reaction. She limped out the door, letting it slam shut in his wake.

Vaughan stood frozen in the middle of the room, turning dangerously pale with an unprecedented, soaring, uncontrollable rage. No one in the world dared insult Vaughan Sterling like that. To throw a crumpled dollar at him and mock his sexual prowess was a guaranteed death sentence. His blood roared in his ears. Realizing with a sudden start that he lacked her name or address, he grabbed his phone and called the club manager. The terrified manager stuttered through the records, quickly discovering that she was not a registered wealthy VIP. She was a ghost. Vaughan slammed the phone down and immediately contacted his private investigator. He paced the room like a caged beast, issuing ruthless orders into the receiver to scour every camera and street near the club. He vowed to find her, dead or alive, to make her pay in blood for the insult.

Miles away, safe inside the locked doors of her old Chevrolet, Sienna finally let her heavy tears fall. She gripped the steering wheel, her shoulders shaking as sobs racked her exhausted frame. She felt deeply ashamed of what had happened in that room, yet slightly satisfied by her parting blow. She put the car in drive and drove straight to a nearby pharmacy. She limped through the aisles, purchased her own morning-after pill, and grabbed a box of heavy painkillers. She swallowed the pill with a sip of water from a fountain, refusing to take any chances with her future.

Climbing back into the driver's seat, she navigated the familiar streets toward her neighborhood. All she craved was a hot bath to soothe the throbbing ache in her pussy and a deep sleep to wash the nightmare away. She forcefully pushed aside all her mounting worries, shutting out the memories of the arrogant stranger, the betrayal of the drug, and even the pressing thoughts of her sick brother. She just needed her safe space.

Nevertheless, when she finally arrived home, climbed the stairs, and pushed her front door open, the sight that met her eyes brought her to a dead halt. She stood frozen in the doorway, paralyzed by the horrific sight waiting for her in the living room.