“Really?” He leans in to hiss the word. I practically feel his teeth on my neck.
“You said you didn’t.”
“I don’t want you. You’re right.” His teeth scrape my ear. “But just because I don’t want you doesn’t mean I want some other man to have you. Especially not Kraig.”
His hand comes up to grab my jaw, twisting my head this way and that. “I told you I want to destroy you. I want to keep you in a little box under my bed. I want to be the only man you ever see again for the rest of your life.”
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
“You like that, Dani?” He runs his hands down my dress.
“You want me to lock you up?” he whispers harshly against my mouth. “You want to never see the sun again?” He looks crazy, like he’s completely lost his mind.
My heart’s pounding.
What was I thinking?
He’s a monster.
His father’s a monster.
Just because he has money and a nice penthouse doesn’t mean he’s Prince Charming.
“I think maybe I should just go,” I whisper, trying not to blink, barely daring to breathe.
“Leave?” He steps away from me to stare at me.
“I warned you to leave. I warned you to take the money and never speak to me again. I warned you not to fuck with me, and now you want to leave?” His fist slams into the wall next to my head.
I scream and duck under his arm and race across the room to my purse; my hand catches the strap right as he grabs the back of my dress.
I crash to the floor, and my purse falls with me, dumping all over the hardwood floor. I’m scrambling for the phone, trying to struggle out from under him.
For some stupid reason, I’m trying to unlock the phone and call Piper. I realize too late I should have just called 911.
He pins my wrists down, pries the phone out of my hands, and throws it aside.
“Why are you trying to run away?” he taunts me.
His hands are all over me. Under my skirt. Grabbing at my breasts under the thin fabric of the dress.
“You want to lose your virginity. Isn’t that what you told me yesterday?” His fingers dig into my pussy through the layers of satiny petticoats under the dress.
My hips are traitorous and surge into his touch.
“Not like this,” I gasp, trying not to be excited at the thought of him on me like this, fucking me on the ground.
There’s something intoxicating about a man finally, finally losing his goddamn mind at the thought of fucking me.
He unzips his pants.
Yesss…
“Is it going to hurt?” I whimper.
“Only if you fight back.” His hand is back at my neck.
I arch up against his touch.
