“Stop! Let me go!” I kept screaming, my voice tearing apart as tears blurred my vision. “Don’t touch me!”
My whole body shook beneath his weight. I could feel his breath, his strength, his rage pressing down on me, suffocating me.
When his mouth forced its way toward mine again, I bit his lip hard, tasting blood. He hissed and pulled back, but his body still caged me in, trapping me against the bed.
“This is my first time seeing you this wild,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on me with a look that made my stomach turn. It wasn’t desire anymore. It was possession. “Continue. I love it.”
Fear flooded me. Pure, paralysing fear.
Before I could react, he tore my shirt open. The sound of fabric ripping felt louder than my scream. My bra followed, snapped apart without effort. I raised my
