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But then Pierson shoves his dick in her mouth, so she’s distracted.
“Ifyou babble about our business. Don’t do it and you won’t owe anyone anything. That’s highly reasonable.”
She crosses her arms around her chest. “I’m not signing this.”
I sigh. I should be over there, getting my dick wet, instead of dealing with this headache. But I know if I drop it, it’ll likely come back to bite me in the ass.
“Fine,” I relent.
For one second, Sarah looks shocked, like she can’t believe I’d drop it that fast, which in turn surprises me. She doesn’t know anything about me. How would she glean that?
But then I reach for her throat and her surprise morphs to something else entirely.
A slow smile spread at the corner of my mouth.
I guess I get to play with my toy of choice, after all.
6
SARAH
It’s not the first time I’ve found myself in this very situation, with a firm fist tight around my throat. I must have accumulated some terrible karma in my past life.
I grab his arm, and his fingers tighten, choking me. I know exactly how the kind of man capable of putting their hands on a woman works. The harder I fight, the more he’ll restrain me, hurt me. I can’t beg either. He’d like that too much. Besides, I really don’t want to. My best bet is to do nothing at all and wait for it to end.
I expect my body to react like it always does. Shiver. Freeze. Submit. In the past, I have always given in, too scared out of my mind to fight men who were bigger and stronger than me.
Today I don’t.
I start thrashing, kicking and screaming, my heart rate spiraling into a frenzy. I’m never letting anyone use me again.Never, ever, ever.I scratch his arm. I yell.
It feels good in a way, to see that I’m able to have some fight. That I’m not a coward.
I don’t know why I’m not as terrified of this man as I was of the last one who put his hands on me. Maybe it’s because my friends are near. That must be it. I should just make enough of a ruckus for Violet and the others to notice me. But it’s hard to be very loud, when his thumb presses harder against my neck.
Though I formulated a logical answer, a voice at the back of my head still asks the obvious questions.
Why am I not petrified? Why am I not panicking?
These days, everything frightens me, even a door slammed a little too hard in a crowded hallway. This is my worst nightmare. He’s a colossal, strong, muscular beast of a man, a whole head taller than me, and he clearly intends to do me harm.
And my reactions are all wrong. Confusing.
Marius presses his other hand to my mouth, keeping me silent effortlessly as he dismisses my efforts with a rumbly laugh.
I kick out, aiming for his groin. He blocks my hit with his leg and sighs, before lifting me up by the throat and pinning me against the closest tree with his entire body, my mouth still covered.
I can’t help the tears gathering in my eyes. I hate it, but at long last, I feel my body grow slack, accepting the inevitable much sooner than my mind did.
And yet…the usual evidence of a panic attack is lacking. I’m not trembling. I can breathe—even despite his fist around my neck.
There’s another reaction I’m not going to analyze, much lower in my core. Surely, that’s just a remnant of my arousal from watching the others earlier. I can’t possibly be excited by this guyhurting me.That would be so fucked up.
Marius tilts his head. “Done with the tantrum?”
Tantrum. I’m protecting myself, and he makes it sound like I’m a two-year-old acting out because they can’t have candy.
A wave of hatred so intense I can’t think suddenly engulfs my chest. I’m not sure I even hatehimas much as Marius, right this moment.I glare at him, opening my mouth to try to bite his finger. He only smirks, like my teeth aren’t hurting him at all.
