Rachel's pleasure had climbed to its peak so many times, only to leave her hanging, teetering on the edge, unable to fall.
A sudden, chilling thought crept into her mind.
"Has he done something to me?!"
Her heart pounded as she fought to make sense of it. This wasn't normal. She knew her body—knew exactly what it took to send herself over the edge.
And yet, here she was, trapped in a cycle of endless pleasure, unable to come.
Her sharp mind immediately went to work, analyzing every moment that had led to this.
Her thoughts flickered back to earlier that evening. Their date. The food. The drinks. Could he have slipped something into them?
The idea made her pulse quicken, a cold dread settling in her stomach.
Had Ross drugged her?