This was actually pretty fun. I am completely fucked.

"Raquel truth or dare?" Mark asks, he is hella fucked.

"Dare bitch." I slur.

"Remove your bra." He says as he looks at my breasts.

I quickly unclip my bra and pull down the straps I throw my bra at Mark, and his face drops.

"I've never seen a bra this big before." He hiccups.

I laugh at his comment. Mark hands the bra to Andres as he passes out. Andres is also completely fucked. Andres clips the bra onto Marks forehead and we all laugh.

"Ok Andres truth or dare?" Jennavicia asks.

"Truth."

"What's your dick size?" Jennavicia asks as she lowers her eyes to his cock.

I burst into laughter and Andres looks at me with this cocky smirk which drives me insane.

"8 inches." He said with no hesitation.

I instantly choke it on my beer. My pupils grow massive. 8 fucking inches, he can destroy my vagina but I wouldn't complain.

Jennavicia looks at me with a sneaky smirk. I flip her off and we continue the game.

"Ace truth or dare?" Setsuka asks.

"Dare."

"Take a body shot off of umm, Raquel." She says as she points at me, then she returns to making out with Mark who woke up and still has my bra on his head. She then gets up and leads him to one of the rooms in the house.

I look at Ace, he looks at me seductively. I get up and lay on the ground and pull of my dress but cover my crotch. I make sure I use my hands to cover any possible scars.

Ace grabs the vodka bottle and looks down to stares at my body in lust. He pours the vodka in bellybutton and slowly moves towards my stomach.

I look up to see Andres giving Ace a death glare. He gets up and walks over to another girl and leads her to one of the rooms.

As I am observing Andres I feel Ace's tongue making contact with my stomach, I quickly gasp. This is bringing up memories of when we hooked up.

Talk about him kissing all over her body.

He pushes my t-shirt up to my torso exposing my chest bride pulling it over my head entirely. I look up at him waiting to see what he's going to do next. He starts to kiss down my stomach while messaging my breasts with his cold large hands.

He moves down the bed and kisses above my thong before slowly tugging it down. Ace pulls the thing down completely leaving me completely naked.

He try to cover the area where my scar is but he slaps my hands away. He pushes my legs open forcefully. He positions himself between them. My breath starts to hitch as he kisses the inside of my thighs causing me to squirm in frustration.

"Ac-." I was cut off by him licking my centre. His tongue licks my folds, I grip my breasts in pleasure trying to consume my moans. Without warning he inserts to fingers and starts to pump them fast.

"Fuck!" I grind against his long fingers inside me. He grips my thighs tightly as he continues to finger fuck me.

He dips his tongue in my bellybutton and then let's his mouth connect with my skin. I start to feel sucking on that area. I quietly moan but only loud enough for Ace and I to hear. He looks up at me. All I can see in his eyes is lust.

He continues to suck and lick my bellybutton until there was nothing left. After he finished he didn't stop, I try to hold in my moans. All of a sudden I feel a gentle pinch. I look at Ace as he looks up to reveal the hickey he's left. I continue to moan as he keeps on leaving more.

After awhile he lifts his head off my stomach and the warm feeling leaves. I'm really disappointed that we have to stop. He covers my lower half as I pull down my dress. As we walk back to our seats he slaps my ass. I gasp at his action and he sends me a devious smirk.

I look over at the rest of the group, they are either cheering us on or making out. I look at my phone and I see it's 12:17. I still haven't called or messaged my dad.

After he found out about my injuries he's been really distant and acting really weird around me. There's a part of me which feels some type of guilt. I'm really surprised I haven't seen my brothers here, they don't seem like the type who would miss a party.

If Linda and Bruce never left me, maybe they would be happier, not having to deal with my bullshit. The worst part is that they haven't even heard the worse things that has happened.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by some random guy.

"Hey, do you want to dance?" He asks while holding his hand out. I'm not really in the mood but it's better than thinking about how shitty my life is.

I let him take my hand and I get up. I listen to the song to find out it's one of my favourite songs.

"This is my song, come on." I say as I drag the guy to the dance floor.

I let him place his hands on my hips as I move my hips to the beat. They guy couldn't take his eyes off me. He is dark skin, he is really tall, he looks 18 and he has a Nigerian accent which is a complete turn on.

"What part of Nigeria are you from?" I lean towards his ear to ask.

He raises his eyebrow at me, like he's really surprised. "Your the first person I've met here in Italy who figured out I'm from Nigeria." He says with a smile on his face.

"I know an accent when I hear one, i have to know my people's accent." I reply. I notice his hands slowly go further up towards my waist.

"Your Nigerian? Where you from? I'm from Ibadan." He said with more excitement in his voice.

"My mum is from Lagos and my dad is from Sicily." He raises his eyebrow at me again.

"Alright shorty." He replies. I really am liking this guy. He's cool really fun and is from Nigeria could be anymore perfect.

"What's your name sexy?" I ask in a seductive voice.

"Dayo. You?" He asks.

"Raquel. Because I'm barbie's worst nightmare." I say sarcastically as I whip my hair out of my way.

"Barbie's worst nightmare huh?" He asks while twirling me around.

"More like a bratz." He says. I playfully slap him on the arm.

"What I got a younger sister."

As I was going to continue our conversation I feel someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turn to see it's Jennavicia.

"Yeah Jen you need something?" I say in a slightly pissed off voice.

"Quel come quick! Ace and Andres are fighting."

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