Chapter Twenty-Eight
“No. Oh Christ, please no.” Lee bucked her hips in an effort to dislodge him. Tried to roll to one side but his weight was crushing. His hand was under her skirt and she seethed as he worked his fingers higher. “Damn you, no.” She strained to pull her legs together but he got a knee up, pried her open and she screamed again when his hand clamped onto her crotch. “Bastard!” Lee cried and struggled harder. She heard a click, close by her ear and then the prick on the underside of her jawbone. “Be still now,” he whispered. “Don’t make me cut you.”
The sound of his voice stilled her and she suffered the raw ache of loss and failure: He was going to rape her, then ask for a name. And if she refused, he would start cutting; cut her open and take her uterus out through the
