I scramble backward. My spine hits the headboard and I pull my knees to my chest.
He stands at the foot of the bed. Pulls his shirt over his head. His body is ridiculous. Built for damage. He reaches for his waistband.
“Jace. Don’t.”
He shoves his sweats down and his c**k springs free and my breath leaves my body. Thick. Heavy. Flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. Bigger than anything I’ve taken.
He climbs onto the bed. I kick. My foot catches his ribs and he grunts but keeps coming. Grabs my ankle. Drags me flat on my back.
My heel catches his ribs and he grunts. It barely slows him. He grabs both ankles this time and wrenches my legs apart. The strength difference is obscene.
His hands tear my shorts and underwear off in one pull. Rip them down my legs and toss them. I try
