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“Because, Sophie Donnelly—” His eyes found mine, held mine.
The unexpected, barely hidden disdain shocked me.
“Your father just called. I need to find your sisters, and then I need to give you back as soon as possible.”
“Give me back?”
“Give you back.”
“Give me back?” Anger built inside of me like a hurricane. He didn’t own me. Therefore, I wasn’t his to give to anyone.
“I’m not going.”
He was on me and in my face in the blink of an eye; he pushed me back with one hand splayed on my chest until I lay flat on the bed. Then he leaned over me, his breath ragged against my lips. “You do whatever I tell you to do, Sophia.”
I would have laughed in his face, should’ve.
It would’ve been the safe choice.
The sane choice.
Instead, I strained my head, and bit his lip—hard.
He raised his hand, and for a split second, I thought he would hit me.
I should’ve known better.
Instead, he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over until I lay on my belly. Then he lifted me up, sat down, and positioned me over his left thigh, his left arm lying heavy on my back—caging me in.
“Put your hands on the floor.”
His dark voice gave me goosebumps, and I followed his command.
My legs barely touched the ground, and I was awkwardly balancing myself.
He caught my legs between his thighs, anchored me.
Then he spanked my naked right cheek with his flat hand.
White-hot pain shot through my body, and I howled out. I struggled to get away from him—a futile effort since his legs had a death grip on mine. I clawed my way up with my hands, but he would have none of that.
Instead, he caught first one, then the other wrist, and pushed my arms back until he held my wrists against the small of my back.
I struggled for a few seconds more, then settled just like his hand settled on my ass cheek, rubbing, soothing the pain away.
“I’m not fucking asking, Sophie, and this is not the time to test me.”
I squirmed. The lazy circles on my ass cheek made me horny—which shouldn’t have.
“Sophie?”
I ground against his thigh—but couldn’t get good contact. Instead, I willed him to move his hand just a little bit deeper.
There.
“Hmmm.”
“How about you stop dry-humping me and try on some clothes?”
