AMELIA.
“Let me go, you f*****g asshole.”
I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am. The only problem is that I want it.
Deep in the darkness of my chest, I f*****g need it. Slap! I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet. Holy f**k. I’m really insane.
“Run your mouth again and I’ll f**k you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts.
I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late.
He’s already ripping at my shorts. I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everythin
