Virgin Delivery Girl - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I went looking for that man to scrounge up some food for Ethan Blanchet.
The guy was sprawled out, stuffing his face with meat and knocking back whiskey like he didn't have a care in the world.
I crept up to his tent and muttered, "You got any food to spare?"
He flicked his eyes at me but didn't say a word.
Then Ethan Blanchet came barreling over.
"This here's Jake Lombardi."
He smacked my hand, nudging me to acknowledge him.
"Jake..."
"Hungry?"
I nodded.
"Want food? Then quit standin' there like a damn statue..."
I knew exactly what he was getting at. So did Ethan. He turned on his heel and stepped outside for a smoke.
Hands shaking, I inched forward until I was right in front of Jake.
Jake gave my backside a rough slap.
"Damn, girl. Built like a damn peach!"
He grunted, jerking his chin down at his pants, making it clear what he wanted.
I hated this bastard, but I couldn't ignore the sick, twisted hunger that flared up when I took him in my mouth. Weeks of isolation had messed me up bad.
"Christ, you're garbage at this! Watch the damn teeth!"
SMACK. His palm cracked against my cheek.
"Pathetic. Can't even suck dick right."
He tossed back another shot and let out a long, disgusted sigh.
Then his eyes locked onto me. A low, animal sound rumbled in his throat as he yanked me against him, sniffing at my neck like some feral dog, clawing at my clothes.
And then—I remembered.
That night. It was him. Same stench. Same revolting familiarity.
In a flash, every moment from the past few weeks raced through my head.
Ethan Blanchet was a goddamn fraud.
Sophia Laurent had been right all along.
Ethan wasn't some noble protector—he was a wolf in a tailored suit. A polished monster. A lying piece of shit.
But out here in the wild, under the cover of darkness, I was just prey in Jake's grip. Helpless.
An hour later, he finally shoved me off.
Bruised and aching, I crumpled to the ground like a rag doll.
Ethan strolled back in like I wasn't even there.
"Hell, Jake. Didn't know you had it in ya."
"Unlike you, rookie."
"Better than that night, huh?"
"Way better."
"Jesus, man. You're sick. Into that kinda rough stuff?"
They both burst out laughing like it was the funniest damn thing. I couldn't wrap my head around how Ethan had turned into this.
After Jake was done, they started critiquing my performance right in front of me, grinning like it was some kind of game.
I just lay there, limp, tears cutting tracks down my temples.
Too late, I'd seen Ethan's true face. And it scared the hell out of me.
The second he sat down to drink, I snatched my clothes and ran.