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I squirmed against the floor and his grip on the back of my neck tightened, threatening pain if I fought against him. He was bigger than me, stronger and more powerful, but still, I couldn’t give in. He was going to take me, just because he could, and I couldn’t allow him the privilege. Screeching, I tried to twist underneath the weight of his body and his hand moved lower, cupping my ass roughly before he smacked it.
The sound echoed, compounding my shame.
I stilled.
He’d fucking spanked me. Like a god damn naughty child.
The ensuing silence was heavy with what that meant. He’d taken a hold of the power between the two of us and made it known that he was completely and utterly in charge.
Fuck that.
After a long moment, I began to fight anew. I pushed my palms against the rock, pressing up as hard as I could. I tried to crawl forward, my nails scraping against the rock. I hardly moved an inch.
With a deep sigh, he gripped my shoulder and flipped me over, so I had no choice but to stare at his obsidian, fire-lit eyes. I snarled at the look of victory apparent on his face. His body weight held me down as though I was nothing but a waif of a girl. All my years of self-defense training and he’d pinned me down to the floor in a matter of seconds. Like it hadn’t even mattered.
He’d taken the upper hand like it was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Shit.
I struggled against him and he responded by pressing his body against mine. His eyes looked almost black in the dimness, greedy and determined to have his way with me. He smirked, his brow furrowing coldly, and I knew then that I was never going to escape. He wasn’t going to allow it.
His cock pressed right against my pussy. Long, hard, and pulsating against my flesh. Almost like a searing promise that soon, it was going to sink deep inside me, no matter what I said. No matter if I didn’t want it.
He knew he had won. The grin on his face grew, indicating that he was well aware of his victory.
Fuck.
He leaned back, replacing his hand on my throat, only this time the implication was much more powerful. With a simple squeeze, he could cut off my air, kill me for resisting his advances. He held my life in the palm of his hand. I stilled, staring back at him with hatred.
Damnit, if he was going to do this, I wasn’t going to go down quietly.
“Is this how you like it, you sick fuck? You could buy whoever you wanted, but instead, you’d rather force yourself on a woman? What kind of man are you?” I spat back at him and his eyes narrowed at the challenge in my voice.
“Oh, I don’t intend to force you, Kassandra. Before I’m through, you’ll be begging me to spear you with my cock. When I’m done, the sound of you screaming my name is going to echo off these walls and the only people that will know will be me and you,” he replied, as self-assured as ever.
I gritted my teeth as his other hand continued its exploration of my body. His fingers drifted across my neck, searing my skin with the heat of his touch. My blood pumped faster, almost as if it was responding to him and him alone. My heart pounded heavily in my chest and then, it was as if a switch triggered within my body.
All at once, a massive ball of heat rose from deep within my core, a strange mixture of desire and shameful arousal. He ran his fingers across my clavicle, his touch a fiery blaze of promise and I gasped softly. He continued downward, taking my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it, slowly at first and then more roughly.
Then he let it go and I released the breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding deep in the base of my lungs.
He gripped the edge of my dress then, right where the sweetheart neckline began, and my heart pounded even harder. He stared me right in the eyes as he slowly started to tear the fabric in two, stripping the gown from my body and baring my right breast. I tried to push against his chest and stop him, but it was almost like I was trying to push against a cement wall.
“Put your hands over your head,” he demanded. “Now.” His grip around my throat tightened once more, reminding me that he held all the power over my body.
“No,” I growled.
He captured my right nipple with his fingers once more, only this time, he pinched it hard, painfully so. The room was dead silent and once a few more seconds passed by, he twisted it roughly. I cried out, pain lancing across my chest. The message was clear: Disobey me and I will hurt you. I bit my lower lip, fighting away the tears that threatened to fall.
Something within me broke and I obeyed. I couldn’t escape or get away. He had me right where he wanted me, despite everything I had done. I had fought, and I had lost, and he knew it.
His ensuing smile said it all.
He was going to do what he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I cried out in despair and then, he leaned down and kissed me.
His kiss was bold, powerful, and utterly demanding. He wanted everything, and he expected me to give it to him. His tongue pushed into my mouth, entangling with mine and commanding me to obey, to grant him everything he desired. To give him me.
