My heart races, pounding in my ears with frantic panic.
Quickly turning off the last of the lights, I jump into my bed and pull off my hoodie, leaving on only a thin tank top and shorts.
Then I tug down my own makeshift mask that I made by cutting two holes out of a fleece headband.
Taking a steadying breath, I tell him to come in and toss my cell on the nightstand.
Ready or not.
The door swings open, but I can’t see it from my mattress.
When the trailer rocks, I know he’s inside.
He’s really here.
A vice feels like it’s crushing my lungs as a looming shadow fills the gap to my room.
His broad shoulders nearly touch the edges as the first drift of leather and sandalwood fills the air.
All I can see is his silhouette and the flutter of a bandana over his nose against the dim filtered light from the distant parking lot lamps.
“RQ?” He pauses, his deep tone echoing.
“Biggie.” My voice cracks. It’s more of a sigh of relief, knowing it’s him.
As if that was all that he’s waiting for, he rushes in, overwhelming me with his size.
Calloused palms pull my wrists above my head, pinning them to the headboard with one hand.
“Now it’s time to make you mine.” His growl resonates through my chest as he presses over me.
Fire races through my veins as he grasps my chin, turning my face in a slow lift like he’s memorizing my features.
I wish now I could see him better.
That thought is shaken by the realization that this is my only chance to play the game I’ve set in motion.
“What if I don’t want it?” I exhale, fighting the smile trying to pull up my lips.
“Too late,” he rumbles as his thumb moves down my jaw until he’s wrapping my neck.
Panic flits through me when he squeezes tight enough I can’t breathe.
Did I fuck up? When my chest starts to burn, I writhe against his heavy weight uselessly as the very reality of just how vulnerable I am sets in.
My hips start to buck beneath him as the edges of my vision start to fade.
Shit. I really did screw up.
Fear paralyzes me and I feel my limbs go limp.
I did this to myself. Lori would have been right that this was a mistake.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, shifting his grip to let a flood of oxygen fill my lungs. “You wanted me to win. Give in.”
“No,” I rasp. I won’t let him.
Not that easily.
