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“Hmm… And I thought we were getting along so well. I promised you exactly what would happen if you lied or disobeyed me. It would seem you’ve done both. I’m a man who always keeps my word.” He stretched my neck with his hand, lowering his head until his lips were only centimeters away. As he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my jaw, I took several shallow breaths.
I tried to turn my head, but his hold was too strong.
“Fuck you,” I managed, leaving me to consider my horrible words coldly, absent of any emotion but aggravation.
“I assure you, my little prize, that will happen eventually when I’m able to take my time enjoying every single inch of your luscious body, feasting on what now belongs to me. Until then, I’ll accept a mere taste of what you will provide when I require it.”
I couldn’t have been more shocked when he captured my mouth, leaving me instantly breathless. He was demanding in his actions, refusing to accept anything less than full submission.
He shifted his hand, fisting my hair instead of my neck, crushing me against his body until wave after wave of electricity soared through me. The kiss became a blinding whir of passion, the intensity I’d seen in him before exuding all understanding as he explored my mouth, drinking in my essence.
He was a man capable of tremendous violence, but I sensed there was an agonizing need for darkness and intimacy. I was thrown by my body’s reactions all over again, every nerve ending seared, my legs wobbling as he thrust his tongue inside. My core was ignited, the flames turning into an obliterating firestorm of longing, leaving my mind fractured as to how I could feel so strongly toward such a repulsive man.
The kiss became more powerful as he dominated my tongue, his actions rough, bordering on brutal, but I’d never felt so alive, crazed with wild abandon. A moan slipped past the kiss as I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing into me, throbbing as much as my pussy. I was wet, my panties already damp, my nipples swollen and aching.
It would be so easy to give in, to allow this savage man to take what he wanted, but I wouldn’t ever be able to look myself in the mirror again. I wanted to live, but not in exchange for this. Never this.
Nothing good would ever come of allowing him to believe that I’d surrendered even for a few seconds. I finally managed to collect a small part of my sanity, pushing hard against him to no avail. I stiffened, refusing to kiss him back any longer, the only defense I had against a man so powerful.
He suddenly realized my thirst for him had dried up and he pulled away, his stare becoming hard and cold all over again.
“You will be punished.”
As he started to pull me out of the room, I tried to fight him, struggling with everything I had to get out of his strong hold, but it was no use. When he dragged me into the kitchen, tossing me over the kitchen table, I gasped, kicking out and catching him in the shin. Then I jerked up, almost managing to twist away from him.
He didn’t budge or make a sound as he shoved me across the table again, pressing his hand against the small of my back.
We were both breathless from desire and anxiety, and for a few seconds, he dared to stroke my back. I continued to shudder from the way I’d felt in his arms, my mind a blur from the deliciousness of his kiss. As I tried to catch my breath, I heard him unfastening his belt. This couldn’t be right. This just couldn’t be happening.
Another damn laugh rushed to the surface. I was delusional to think this was anything other than what it was.
An abduction.
Then I thought about his words.
I take what I want.
Another part of my strong resolve broke away, no longer capable of fighting him mentally. I was far too overwrought, exhausted, and terrified. When he’d removed his belt, he placed it on the table beside me, allowing me to see exactly what to expect. He wanted me to cower in the anticipation of what he was about to do, another form of punishment. I was stronger than he had any clue about, capable of surviving almost anything.
Except maybe his touch.
When he yanked me further away from the edge of the table, allowing him to unfasten my shorts, I did what I could to shut down my emotions. I’d done that successfully when necessary, but this was no exercise. This was real life. A moment of raw humiliation tore through me as soon as he yanked down my shorts and panties, exposing my naked bottom. I half expected him to strip them off then rip away my tee shirt, shocked when he didn’t.
“Don’t try and fight me, Emily, or I will start over again. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you.” My reply was answered with two hard cracks of his palm against my backside, the immediate pain startling.
“I’ll ask you one last time. There won’t be a third. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes. Okay? Yes, I do.”Asshole. Dickweed. Fucking son of a bitch.The situation was hopeless, fighting him any longer out of the question. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t resilient enough. Maybe I was just numb inside, incapable of thinking clearly. I pressed my face against the fake wood, staring at the belt, trembling all over.
Not from fear of what I was about to face.
Not from worry that I couldn’t handle the pain.
From the way I’d fallen into a treacherous abyss, starved from something that no woman should ever dare allow herself to feel. I hated him for who he was and what he’d done, but even that didn’t deter the excitement that I’d experienced. God help me.
As soon as he claimed the thick piece of leather, I eased my arms to the sides, gripping the edges of the table. How could he do this to me? How? What was the point?
