as he lunges for me, his nostrils flaring like a bull.
Lifting me, he tosses me over his shoulder. I land harshly, and it takes me about a half-second before I start pounding on his back and kicking my feet.
“Keep fighting me, Dove. It makes my cock hard feeling you struggle, and we both know how badly you want me.”
“Let me go! I hate you. I hate you, and I will never let you touch me again. Never.” I’m screaming the words now, my voice cracking from fear and anger.
Before I can grasp onto my bearings, Zane is doing just that, letting me go, but my relief is short-lived when I’m tossed onto the mattress like a rag doll.
His firm body blankets mine in an instant, and I try to move away, but he holds me in place, his fingers digging into the flesh at my hip. “You want me to treat you the way I treat everyone else? You don’t want my kindness? Because that’s all I’ve given you so far. You still fight me and try to escape. I’m doing all of this to protect you, but you don’t see that. You don’t see that the biggest monster isn’t me but someone else. Why can’t you see the truth?”
Like a wounded animal in the clutches of a predator, I twist my body and kick my legs, hoping to land a jab against him. Zane is skilled though and stops my assaults before they can even get started by pressing me deeper into the mattress.
My breaths are coming out in pants, and it’s almost like I’m suffocating. Choking on the fear. The weight of his body is all I can feel. His hard cock is against my stomach, and I think I’m going to be sick. Bile rises in my throat.
Fight. Fight! Digging deep inside myself, I lash out. I catch him right across the face with my hand and drag my nails down across his nose and cheek, leaving deep gouges.
“Fuck!” He takes both of my wrists into one hand and pressing them to my chest. Once he has me trapped, I can hardly move, let alone breathe. When he leans into my face, all I see is the devil looking down at me.
The look in his eyes is pure violence. It promises pain, suffering, agony. This isn’t the Zane I’ve come to know. This is the obsessed man who kills without thought, who will do anything to keep me where he wants me.
“You really shouldn’t have done that, Dove.”
No. This isn’t happening. All of a sudden, this has gotten real. His body against mine. His rock hard cock. The searing heat bubbling between our two bodies. Hate and lust mingle together.
“Please. You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry…”
“Oh, I do… I have to teach you a lesson. I need to show you what you don’t want to admit. We belong together, and it’s time I prove it to you.”
He let’s go of my wrists and starts ripping off my clothes. Fabric tears and cool air kisses my skin as my bra and shirt are ripped from my body. I’m trembling with fear, but still try to shove against his chest as hard as I can to escape. There is no point though. I can’t move him. He’s a steel wall, cold and impenetrable.
Snatching my wrists once more, he pins them above my head this time. With his free hand, he reaches into the drawer beside the bed and pulls out the handcuffs he used on me before. A moment later, the cool metal is fastened around my wrist, and the other end fastened to the headboard. He pulls out another pair and does the same to the other hand.
“Please…” I whimper, but even I know that the time for begging has passed. I’ve dug my own grave, and now I’m going to have to lie in it. “You said you would never hurt me!”
“Shut up,” Zane growls as he makes quick work of my pants, pulling them down right along with my panties, leaving me completely bare to him. “You’ve tried to kill me. How the hell do you think you would have gotten out of here without me? You don’t have the code for the door. You would have died in here!”
My whole body is shaking, my fear only intensifying as he strips out of his clothes. His very hard, very angry cock comes into view, and my fear reaches new heights. It’s so big, the