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Danny’s fingers dug into the mattress as the memories flooded back,the notepad, the hastily scribbled wish, SAM!

Her father’s shadow loomed over the bed, his breath ragged. "Talk to me," he demanded, but his voice cracked halfway through. "What do you mean Sam's in trouble?"

Danny’s fingers twisted in the bedsheets, her breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts. "She, just went with him!" Her voice was too high, too smooth, grating against her own ears. "She met him at the club then... I caught them fucking and then, in the alley when we couldn't turn back he turned up and... she went with him!"

Danny's father exhaled sharply through his nose, his rough hands gripping the edge of the mattress hard enough to turn his knuckles white. The morning light streaming through her bedroom window painted stripes across his stubble-shadowed jaw as it tightened.

"Kid, listen to me," His voice was gravel, heavy with the weight of something Danny didn’t want to hear. "It's been hours. If that bastard took her last night, then whatever was gonna happen, has happened" He trailed off, swallowing hard.

Danny’s stomach twisted into a cold, sick knot. Her borrowed body felt suddenly heavier, every breath sharp as glass in her lungs. Hours. Sam had been with him for hours. The image flashed, Sam’s fingers tangled in Aaron’s hair, her laugh breathless against his mouth, before the darker possibilities clawed their way in. Sam getting railed by this dude, in ab ody he was so unfamiliar with, Danny didn't know if she'd be able to cope.

Her father’s grip on the mattress tightened, the springs creaking under his weight. “We’ll find her,” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction. The clock on the nightstand ticked louder, each second a hammer to Danny’s ribs.

She shoved herself upright, her borrowed muscles trembling. But that thought... it was turning her on!

Danny lurched off the bed, her borrowed legs wobbling beneath her. The floral scent clinging to Sam’s skin suddenly felt suffocating,like it was crawling into her lungs, thick with the memory of Jacks’s hands all over it.

“Gotta,fuck,gotta get this off.” she choked out, stumbling toward the bathroom. Her father’s calloused hand caught her wrist, but she twisted free, her pulse rabbiting under his grip. The hallway tilted as she staggered forward, her bare feet slapping against the cold linoleum.

She slammed the bathroom door behind her, fingers fumbling with the faucet. The shower roared to life, steam billowing in seconds.

The shower’s scalding water hit Danny’s stolen skin, turning it pink as she braced herself against the tiles. Her breath came in ragged gasps, fingers trembling as they slid down the unfamiliar curves of Sam’s body. The floral shampoo smell mixed with steam made her dizzy,or maybe it was the images flashing behind her eyelids: Sam’s back arching under Aaron’s grip in that bathroom.

Danny’s fingers pressed harder against the slick tile, steam curling around her as the water burned away the last of her resistance. Her breath hitched, every nerve in this body was alight, humming with a sick, traitorous hunger. She hated it. Hated the way her hips jerked forward at the memory of Sam’s moans, the way her thighs clenched at the phantom press of Aaron’s hands.

Her own touch was clumsy, frantic, fingertips skimming over the dip of Sam’s waist, the swell of her hips, like she was mapping a crime scene. Danny’s fingers dug into the shower wall, steam thickening the air until it burned her lungs. The water pounded against her back, but it couldn’t drown out the images,Sam’s breathless whimpers, Aaron’s grip on her hips, the obscene slap of skin against skin.

Her thighs pressed together, a shudder rippling through her. No. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the fantasy twisted deeper,Aaron’s rough hands spreading her open, his cock stretching Sam’s pussy, thick and relentless. Danny’s fingers slid lower, her breath hitching as she imagined it was his hands instead.Aaron’s rough palms dragging up Sam’s thighs, his thumbs pressing into the softness of her inner skin. The heat between her legs pulsed, a traitorous ache spreading through her. She could almost feel the phantom weight of him, the way his hips would pin her against the shower wall, the way his teeth would scrape over her throat as he.

Her own touch was too light, too hesitant. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, her fingers finally dipping between slick folds. The images flooded her head, oh god she was getting close to her first female orgasm, imagining that big cock, and how it could feel.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Danny came to her senses at that. Snapped back to reality. The fuck just happened?