“Petal,” he repeats, pushing the word past clenched teeth. “Say that and we stop. Until then, you fight me.”
“Fight you?”
He wraps the belt around his wrist, stalking closer and the air changes. “You run, I chase. You fight, I take.”
This should be a red flag.
It should make my skin crawl with memories of being controlled. I should be scared. I should be triggered. He obviously wants to overpower me, but this isn’t about obedience. It’s different from what Anton wanted and all I feel isrelief.
Koby doesn’t want me quiet, pretty, and docile. He wants those parts of me Anton nearly destroyed.
“Let out that rabid little thing living inside you. I want youferal. I want the girl who claws, bites, and tells me to fuck off,then kisses me like she’ll die without it.” Another step. He’s almost at the bed now and my pulse hammers in my ears.“Make me your villain, hellcat. Make me work for it.”
I scramble back across the bed, moving away when his knee hits the mattress and the belt slides from his wrist. There’s no trace of his usuallet’s fuckcocky smirk. No, he’s absolutelyferal.
And I’m drenched, flooded with a sudden, hot want when Koby looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
My heart’s pounding, breath hitching in my throat, heat pooling low in my belly. For a long beat, he doesn’t move, but when he lunges for me, I bolt off the bed, not a moment’s hesitation. My bare feet slap against the cool hallway floor, adrenaline burning through me like wildfire.
I round the corner into the kitchen, fingers scrambling for anything—anything—I can throw his way. All I find is an apple. It’s not ideal, but I whip it over my shoulder anyway. It thuds to the floor, so I grab another and this time, I aim.
Koby’s in the doorway, the apple bouncing off his chest. “Seriously? That’s your big move?”
“Stay back!” I snap, a little terrified and a whole lot thrilled when he moves.
“You wish. There’s nowhere to go, hellcat. I’m taking that pussy whether you want me to or not.”
Dashing right, I round the breakfast bar, running left toward the living room. I don’t make it far before Koby’s arm curls around my waist. A yelp tears from my chest. I start kicking and thrashing as he hauls me up, my feet dangling a foot off the floor, my back to his chest.
“Let me go!”
“Or what?” He pins me against the wall.
His hand covers the back of my head, saving me from a concussion. As soon as I’m safe, he’s back at it, his free hand settling over my throat, fingers splayed wide.
“What will you do?”
“Get off me!” Desperation fills my voice, elevating this fantasy that much higher. “Get off!”
Koby pushes his fingers into my sleep shorts and swipes two digits between my folds, making my eyes roll back into my head.
Still, the show isn’t over. We’re notthereyet, so I shove at him with all my might. He gets in my face while my nails carve his arm, his jaw working in tight circles.
“You want to fight? I’ll give you a fight.”
I pause when he kisses me, hard and raw, but recover quickly, biting his already split lip. Blood fills my mouth and Koby hisses, his fingers tightening their hold around my neck.
I whip my leg, catching his shin. Icouldknee his balls, but his cock’s there and that precious cargo’s been off-limits since I discovered what it can do. How much pleasure it brings.
“I saidlet go!” I yell, pummeling his chest.
He doesn’t. No, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass. He doesn’t hold back force. It stings. Ithurtsand I’m fucking dripping for him.
“Keep squirming,” Koby encourages, his voice like gravel on a hot summer day. “Fight all you want. You’re only making this better for me.”
I bite his shoulder, sinking my teeth deep into the flesh.
“You little—” He tosses me on the couch like a ragdoll and pounces, pinning me with his weight.
