You’re not bound or held down.
You’re free.
It’s Jared.
But her heart was racing too hard, the panic too all-consuming. She couldn’t do it.
“She’s panicking. Stop!” someone said sharply.
Who was that? It was someone she should know. But she couldn’t pinpoint whose voice it was.
However, the body above her moved. Hands drew her up so she was sitting. But she didn’t know what they were doing.
All she knew was that she had to fight!
Fight to free herself. Because she wasn’t going to be taken again. She wasn’t going to be held down and hurt.
No, no, no!
“Leave me alone!” she screamed. “Don’t hurt me!”
“No one is going to hurt you, Angie,” a voice told her calmly. “I will not allow it.”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
That was Jared. What was wrong? He sounded so . . . tortured.
She couldn’t work it out. She couldn’t figure anything out.
All she knew was that she needed to get out of here. Rolling, she fell off the bed and landed on her knees with a cry.
Ouch.
Shit, that hurt.
But she didn’t have time to stop. She had to get to somewhere safe. Somewhere small and dark. She started crawling until she found the doors to a closet. Pulling them open, she crawled inside and then dragged the doors shut. The closet was huge, though. And she still felt unsafe. So she headed into one corner, underneath some coats and pants that were hanging up. Reaching up, she tugged down a coat and placed it over her.
There.
She was all hidden.
Now, she could fall apart.
What the fuckwas he thinking?
Why had he loomed over her like that?
Fuck. Fuck.
She’d had a panic attack while he was touching her! After he’d promised to keep her safe.
“That wasn’t your fault,” North told him.
Jared shook his head. “How can it not be my fault? Did you see the panic in her face? And she fell off the bed and didn’t even pause to check that she was okay. She just took off for the closet. Fuck. Fuck!” Jared got up and started pacing. “It was too soon.”
“She said that she was ready. She let us make her come.”
“Yes, well, clearly she was wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed her.”
