His hands slid up and down her arms. She felt sick. She tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go.
“Your brother said no.”
“Better to ask forgiveness, chica, than to beg permission.”
“You got it the wrong way.”
“You’ve met my brother, you know better.” He grabbed her and hefted her off the ground. She struggled, but his hands were like vices on her already tender arms. She wanted to fight, she wanted to struggle, but her body was barely cooperating. She was so tired, and her head felt fuzzy. She had been so close to escape.
He tossed her on the bed and she tried to slither to the floor. He grabbed her and tossed her again. When she tried a second time he grabbed her and slammed her against the dark glass beyond the bed so hard she felt it buckle beneath her back.
“Stop it,” he s
