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My hands felt clammy with sweat.
But then I withdrew my hand from my pocket, my fingers wrapped around the fork.
And as he turned toward me, I stabbed the fork into his abdomen.
CHAPTER 14
JULIANA
His reflexes were quick.
His expression didn’t change but his body leapt into action. He tried to block my arm and managed to deflect the full extent of my blow.
Where I did manage to connect with his body it felt like I had struck a solid wall.
He hit my wrist and made it shoot with pain so that I dropped the fork. I heard my lost chance clatter loudly onto the hardwood floor.
I knew I wouldn’t get this opportunity again. I decided to make a run for it. My movements felt sluggish as if I were moving against heavy water. But I must have been fast because I was nearly at the door.
I focused on the door and getting my hand on the handle before feeling his vice-like grip around my arm suddenly yanking me back toward him and making me scream out loud.
I stumbled but managed to stay on my feet. I used my momentum to ram my elbow into his rib cage. My arm throbbed with agony where it hit his ribs. He looked as if he had barely felt my blow. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he snarled.
The grayness of his eyes was almost black as if any mercy he might have shown me had been swallowed up by a black hole. And he smiled a twisted smile at me.
He picked me up, ignoring my struggling limbs. His arms were harshly constricting my torso making it hard to get air into my lungs. He took a few steps across the room and threw me onto the bed. The little air left in my lungs whooshed out of my body as I thudded down onto the mattress. But I still tried to leap up from the bed.
He stalked closer to me again and blocked me in, his eyes fixed on me like lasers and caging me in with their glare. His hands shoved at my shoulders, making me lose my balance and fall back on the bed. As my back hit the mattress he kneeled over me, with one knee either side of my body caging me in.
I clawed at his arms and chest, trying to get away from him.
I felt his hand grab my wrist and turned my head to see his tight muscles restraining my right arm. I tried to dodge my other hand away from him but despite my struggles he caught it too.
My muscles strained in protest as he savagely tugged my arms above my head, while at the same time his powerful thighs pinned my legs down onto the mattress.
I was panting from my exertions. I could see his fury in the tense way he held his body above me with his muscles bunched up tightly.
I couldn’t give up just yet. I tried to break free of his grip, twisting my body under him.
He pressed himself against me and suddenly I froze, realizing that he was hard. He was aroused by my struggles.
I lay under him, still except for the heaving pants which were making my chest rapidly rise and fall.
“You are mine. You won’t escape me. Now or ever,” he growled into my ear, making me shiver at the coldness in his voice. I tried to move my face away from his lips, but I could barely move with his heavy body on top of mine.
I waited for my punishment, my arms aching while they quivered in his hold. I was no match for his strength or his cruelty.
Laying under him, my eyes were drawn to the top of his v-neck t-shirt and the dark hair which trailed down toward his chest. His scent consumed me, with its hint of musk and lemongrass along with the slight undertone of masculine sweat.
He looked at me intently as we just lay there.
He got up then and pointed toward the tray. “Eat. You’ll need your strength for later.” His voice was as hard as flint. He walked out of the room without another glance at me.
After he was gone, I stayed lying on the bed for a few minutes, attempting to steady my ragged breaths and racing pulse. I thought about what he had meant about later but pushed that from my mind and tried to calm my galloping heart rate.
A long while later, my hunger eventually pulled me toward the tray of food. I went over and saw that he had brought me a pasta dish with a creamy ham and mushroom sauce. As I ate, I thought it tasted good—they must have a housekeeper. At least I wouldn’t starve while I was kept here.
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