~HARRIET’S POV~
With my eyes squeezed shut, I summon my wolf, Bailey, who doesn’t respond, leaving me alone to tackle the beast above me. My conspicuous disinterest doesn’t dissuade him, as he grabs my jaw and presses his vulgar lips against mine while making me swallow his tongue.
With my palms placed against his chest, I continue to push him off to no avail, which doesn’t go unpunished, as I end up getting my lower lip bitten for displaying disobedience. Certain that the man lying closer to me is no less than a rapacious beast, who might devour me if he didn’t need me to meet his purpose, I struggle to be freed.
Bearing witness to his barbarism, I fail to conceal the repugnance that I feel for the monster, which only adds up to the strange one’s delight, who swears that the look in
