Elena
“First, take off that nightgown.”
Alexander’s words hang in the air like a blade. His green eyes are cold. His smile is cruel.
I stare at him. My hands shake. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat.
“No,” I whisper.
Alexander’s smile fades. “No?”
“I said no.” My voice is stronger now. The fear is still there, but something else is growing underneath it. Anger. “I will not take off my clothes for you. I will not let you touch me. I would rather die.”
Alexander steps closer. His boots are loud on the wooden floor.
“That can be arranged,” he says.
He reaches for me. His hand grabs the collar of my nightgown.
I do not think. I act.
I bite him on his back.
My teeth sink into his skin, just below his shoulder blade. He roars. His grip loosens. I bite harder. I taste blo
