Damnit. I wish they hadn’t found my gun. I could have shot my way out of here. I could have killed him and been done with it.
His hands slapped against the rock wall behind me and I gasped at the sound. His gaze was heated, expectant and I snarled in his direction. He chuckled, moving quickly to grasp my chin. His grip was hard, and it hurt, but I didn’t cry out. He stood over me, taller than me by a solid foot and I did the first thing I could think of.
I brought up my knee hard, right in between his legs. Sure, some might call it a cheap shot, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get out of here, and I wanted to do it with my integrity intact. His face crumpled, but only a little bit and that’s when I realized that there was something bigger at play here. Something was very wrong.
That one shot should have brought a normal man to his knees. I was strong, trained in self-defense. I’d taken many courses and excelled through them at a pace that impressed even the most highly accomplished trainers. A blow like that would have taken them down in a heartbeat.
His expression darkened, and he grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh. I spun out of his grip and took a swipe at the side of his head with my elbow. He bowed backwards, just barely avoiding the blow, but still, I moved. I used my smaller size to my advantage, whirling just out of his reach, but he was ready for me. Like he’d anticipated my next move.
He bent down, narrowly missing the kick I’d intended to strike right at his kidneys. He grabbed my foot and wrenched my leg backwards. I cried out in shock, pain lancing up my leg as he twisted it hard, forcing me to fall to the floor on my hands and knees. My shoulders jolted hard as I landed, and I knew without a doubt that I would be sore the next day.
He pushed me down, pressing hard in the center of my back. I tried to use my arms to push myself back up, but it was no use, he was so much stronger than I had anticipated and soon, I felt the coolness of the stone floor through the satin dress covering my belly. I shrieked for help, panicking as I felt the heat of his body behind me, coming closer to the nakedness of my flesh. I could feel his weight pressing down on me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get away.
He fucking laughed at me. It was a cold sound and I knew then that I could scream all I wanted. No one was going to come. No one was going to rescue me.
That’s the kind of thing money like his could buy.
I screamed when I felt the hardness of his cock press up against my ass.
“No one is going to hear you, Kassandra,” he said coldly. “No one is going to save you from this, from me. You’re going to be mine, forever.”
My blood ran cold as I felt his knee work its way between my legs. My breasts pressed against the icy floor as he forced my thighs open, my nipples hardening painfully against the chill. With one hand, he gripped the back of my neck, holding me down as the other began to explore my body.
“Get the fuck off of me,” I yelled.
He laughed openly, the sound chilling me to the bone.
At first, the movement of his other hand was gentle, the complete opposite of how he’d been when he’d forced me to the floor. The feel of his flesh on mine was like liquid heat, as though he was branding me with fire. His finger edged across my bare shoulders, traveling down the length of my spine, vertebra by vertebra, just stopping once he reached the curves of my buttocks. Moving his fingertips side to side, he claimed one inch of my body after another. Like he was marking me as his.
I squirmed against the floor and his grip on the back of my neck tightened, threatening pain if I fought against him. He was bigger than me, stronger and more powerful, but still, I couldn’t give in. He was going to take me, just because he could, and I couldn’t allow him the privilege. Screeching, I tried to twist underneath the weight of his body and his hand moved lower, cupping my ass roughly before he smacked it.
The sound echoed, compounding my shame.
I stilled.
He’d fucking spanked me. Like a god damn naughty child.
The ensuing silence was heavy with what that meant. He’d taken a hold of the power between the two of us and made it known that he was completely and utterly in charge.
Fuck that.
After a long moment, I began to fight anew. I pushed my palms against the rock, pressing up as hard as I could. I tried to crawl forward, my nails scraping against the rock. I hardly moved an inch.
With a deep sigh, he gripped my shoulder and flipped me over, so I had no choice but to stare at his obsidian, fire-lit eyes. I snarled at the look of victory apparent on his face. His body weight held me down as though I was nothing but a waif of a girl. All my years of self-defense training and he’d pinned me down to the floor in a matter of seconds. Like it hadn’t even mattered.
He’d taken the upper hand like it was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Shit.
I struggled against him and he responded by pressing his body against mine. His eyes looked almost black in the dimness, greedy and determined to have his way with me. He smirked, his brow furrowing coldly, and I knew then that I was never going to escape. He wasn’t going to allow it.
His cock pressed right against my pussy. Long, hard, and pulsating against my flesh. Almost like a searing promise that soon, it was going to sink deep inside me, no matter what I said. No matter if I didn’t want it.
He knew he had won. The grin on his face grew, indicating that he was well aware of his victory.
Fuck.
He leaned back, replacing his hand on my throat, only this time the implication was much more powerful. With a simple squeeze, he could cut off my air, kill me for resisting his advances. He held my life in the palm of his hand. I stilled, staring back at him with hatred.