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“You’ll really let me leave? Even though… even though I know who you are?”
He nods as if entirely untroubled by the prospect. “As I told you, if you try to tell on me, no one will believe you. Not fair, I realize, but that’s life.”
Bullshit is what it is.
“As for suing me, you can if you want to, but I’d settle out of court for a paltry sum your lawyer would get most of.” He rips my blouse open and meets my gaze. “If you want to be compensated, all you have to do is ask.”
My heart thunders as he starts to peel my shirt off. Aggravated by how cavalier he’s being as he talks about throwing money at my pain, I shove him away and pull it closed. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
His eyebrows rise in surprise. “I thought I was being quite accommodating.”
I’m not doing this. I can’t. I don’t care if it means I’m trapped in this room for the rest of my short life, I refuse to be one more person who rolls over and lets this man have his way.
I try to kick him in the face, but his reflexes are quick and he blocks me, grabbing my leg before I can do any damage.
Frowning, he asks, “Did I offend you?”
He cares about offending me when he’s totally fine with violating me?
He’s insane. I try harder to kick him in his stupid face even though he catches my other leg, too. All it ends up doing is spreading my legs and trapping them in his strong hands so I can’t move easily.
“How many women have you done this to?” I demand.
His frown eases. A glint of pleasure dances in his eyes as he tells me, “You’re my first.”
My heart sinks. He hasn’t done this before? Who just wakes up one day and decides to do something like this? “I don’t believe you,” I say, but he can hear the uncertainty in my voice.
“It’s the truth. I’ve played out rape scenarios with other women, but they were all willing.”
I’m horrified, but my curiosity is piqued. “Scenarios?”
He nods, releasing my legs and grabbing me so he can turn me around. I clutch my open blouse as it tries to fall off, and Calvin pulls me back against his chest, locking an arm around my neck and leaning in to murmur in my ear. “Last time I reserved a room with a bed. My playmate curled up to sleep alone—naked, like a good girl—and I played the big bad home invader who forced his way into her home and her body.”
His words send a sinful shiver down my spine. My breath catches imagining the scenario playing out. “But she… she liked it.”
“Oh, yes. She liked it a couple of times,” he murmurs warmly, kissing the shell of my ear. “I waited until she actually fell asleep so she’d truly be surprised. When I forced my cock inside her, she woke up and started fighting in earnest. For just a moment, her consciousness was too blurry for her to realize she was getting what she wanted, and that moment… that was the most exhilarating part.”
His words are demented, but the gooseflesh rising on my body as he tells me this wicked story and kisses me is no less depraved.
This shouldn’t excite me, not even a little bit.
I know I don’t want him. In my perfect world, he wouldn’t be kissing me, touching me, whispering wicked words in my ear.
But we’re not in my perfect world tonight. We’re in his.
A world where he can do whatever he wants to me, and the more I fight back, the longer I’ll be trapped here with him.
At least I can rest easier knowing he doesn’t have a trail of victims following behind me, I guess. But why the deviation tonight, with me? What will happen after tonight? Will he go back to playing with willing playmates, or will this whet his appetite foractuallystripping away a woman’s will before he can fuck her?
His warm breath on my ear startles me as he murmurs, “How’s that for honesty?”
Pretty honest, I guess.
I tilt my head away from him, but I can’t get far with his forearm locked around my neck. “Why me?”
He keeps his arm around my neck to keep me close, but with his other hand, he lifts my bra so my boobs spill out. Then he slides his massive palm over my bare flesh and squeezes each one. “It had to be you,” he answers simply. “There’s no rational reason, but I saw you at the office Christmas party with Jackson and you haven’t left my mind since.”
The Christmas party? That was so long ago, and I don’t remember ever meeting him. He’s not the sort of man you forget.
