(Harper’s POV)
I closed my eyes as his hand crept around and wrapped around my throat, squeezing ever so slightly.
“You still smell like strawberries,” he said as I felt him nuzzle into my hair and take a deep breath. “Just as sweet as ever.”
I struggled to push him away, but I was at an awkward angle and couldn’t get the leverage I needed. He chuckled in my ear, and I tried not to let the sudden trapped feeling overwhelm me. This wasn’t working. I needed to get a better advantage.
“Colton,” I whispered in my best whiney voice. “Please.” His hand around my throat loosened a little, and I relaxed a bit.
“Oh baby girl, I like it when you beg,” he muttered and twisted my arm further behind my back. I cried out again, but this time it was all fake. If I acted like the old weak Harper an
