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Temptation.
Sin.
Desire.
I swallowed down the knot in my throat, steeling myself.
I wouldn't have drunk his stupid, special wine if I hadn't been locked up in in his room.
I stood my ground, facing him down with my own wrath, my fingers going behind my back to the pen tucked in my underwear. As soon as he was close enough, I jumped.
He caught me, surprised, and I raised my arm to stab him with the sharp end of the pen.
Reacting quickly, he dropped me to raise his arm. The pen landed in his forearm.
He growled and shoved me away. "Would you stop trying to hurt me?”
His arm was bleeding and, cursing, he turned his back to me, striding towards the bathroom.
Silly boy. Turning his back on me. Probably because I’m a girl.
I jumped again, this time on his back. He yanked the pen out of his arm and turned with me clinging to him as best as possible.
I began to pound his back, his head, anywhere I could hit. He ran to the bed, twisting to fling me off him.
I landed on my belly and he quickly slammed his body against mine. His hand fisted my hair and he yanked, shoving me into the soft mattress at the same time.
I cried out in pain while simultaneously hating the thrill that went through me at his heavy weight on me. He jerked my head to the side, his lips coming down to press against my ear. "You don't seem to understand your position here."
I heaved against the mattress, clenching my fingers into the sheets. I hated, hated that the hair on my neck prickled at the feel of his breath washing over my skin.
The way my skin heated, the way his firm chest against my back made my insides squishy.
The position we were in was much too intimate. It reminded me of my last lover, how he used to whisper to me like this before he slid up inside me.
I blocked the image out, struggling to move my body out from under him and screamed out. “Get off!"
He chuckled darkly, jerking my hand towards the wall. It was too late when I realized that he'd cuffed one wrist to the bed.
He reached for my other hand and I turned quickly, raising my knee at the same time. I got him straight in the balls, and he groaned, falling right on top of me.
Now I couldn't breathe, the big lout. He was so heavy.
I tried to shove him off me, but he was too strong and I only had one hand.
He recovered quickly and, moving too rapidly for my fighting body, he soon had my other wrist locked to the bed frame.
"Cheater." I kicked at him and he jerked backwards, his arm blocking my blow.
He scowled down at me. “Not a cheater."
He crawled off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
"You are," I insisted, trying and failing miserably to jerk the cuffs off. At least they were lined with a soft material so they weren't too uncomfortable. “You said I was welcome to try and kill you.”
"I'm not,” he disappeared into the bathroom and, after a moment, the water came on, “a cheater.”
While he was out of the room, I shifted, trying, and failing, for several minutes to figure out a way to get out of the cuffs.
