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“I haven’t. Not yet.”
There’s eagerness in his last words, a sense of malice that makes me really fucking nervous.
“He didn’t—he didn’t do anything to me. I don’t like him like that,” I say pleadingly, meeting his gaze.
His green eyes are so dark, they could be black in this light.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, since he liked that word on my lips last time I said it.
He likes it now, too.
He grabs my throat and pulls me away from the wall into his hard body. “Say it again,” he murmurs as he kisses my lips like he can taste the flavor of my remorse, and he wants a stronger proof.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His lips crash against mine, and he pushes me back against the wall. I cry out at the impact, then gasp as his hard body presses into mine.
I’m caged against the wall as he ravishes my mouth with such possessive greed, such raw hunger that I can scarcely breathe. I push against his chest, but that only seems to intensify his appetite for me.
When he breaks away from my lips, I suck in air like a drowning person breaking the water’s surface.
“You came here to see him, but you’re getting me.”
I shake my head in denial, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.
“Tell me you want me, Sophie.”
That demand feels like a blade he wants me to turn on myself.
He slides a hand around the back of my head, then grips the strands of my hair and yanks my head back, baring my neck moments before he latches on. I cry out as he roughly kisses my neck, pushing me hard against the wall but using his hand as a cushion so I don’t bang my head.
“I’m still deciding what I’m going to do to him, Sophie. If you want me to be merciful, you better fucking beg for it.”
My heart stutters to a stop, then races to catch up. “I… I…” The words won’t leave my lips, so he bites me. I cry out at the bite of pain, grabbing his side and bracing one hand on his muscular shoulder. “Silvan, please.”
My skirt is on the floor, so when he pushes up my shirt, he easily grabs the waistband of my tights. I gasp as he tears through them one-handed, ripping them away from my body with a loud tearing sound that seems to echo off the walls.
He leaves the ruined tights hanging around my thighs, then slides his hand up my trembling body to cup my breast.
“Silvan,” I whisper. “Please… I’m—”
“You’re what?” His eyes burn into mine with such intensity that I can’t look away. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m scared.”
He caresses my jaw almost lovingly even as he revels in my fear. “Of me?”
My heart thunders, but I nod.
His lips tug up faintly, then he pushes a hand between my thighs and rumbles, “Is that why you’re so fucking wet for me, Sophie?”
I squeeze my eyes closed.
Humiliation ripples through me. I want to shove his hand away, shovehimaway. I want to run and never see him again.
“This pussy’s just begging to be fucked, pretty girl.”
No.
