I feint left. He lunges. I dart the other direction, too fast for him to spin around and grab me. With a laugh of victory, I run from the bedroom and down the hall.
He catches me in the living room.
Grabbing me by the scruff of my neck, he pulls me back against his body and wraps an iron arm around my ribs. As I struggle to get free, he laughs, nuzzling his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply.
“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, bunny?”
“Yes!” I twist and squirm helplessly.
“I don’t think so.” He bites my shoulder, reaching around to grab me between my legs. His voice drops. “What I think is that you’re about to get f****d very, very hard.”
I might faint. My pulse is wild, I’m panting in desperation, and I feel strangely weightless, as if I’m disembodied, floating
