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His harsh lips crash onto mine, the breech of his tongue in my mouth forceful. Pretending to play along, I thread my fingers through his beard, pulling as hard as my body will allow, harping out an unwanted moan.
I try my shot at pushing him away, but he’s too strong.
“You’re so sexy,” he snarls. His huge hands breach the hem of my skirt. Dread settles low in my belly.
“Kissing is fine,” I say shakily.
He ignores me, so I try something more direct.
“No, thank you,” I say, louder now, yet still not loud enough.
“You’ll be saying the opposite once I’m done.”
I somehow end up on his bed, and my surroundings go black as his touch becomes relentless. I lose feeling in my body, my mind racing with thoughts of how the hell I ended up in this situation. My gut felt something was off, but I’ve never been one to get myself into something like this, so how would I know it was going to turn into a nightmare? I feel his fingers dust the outside of my sacred area, forcing a whine he thinks is pleasure filled—to me, it’s a cry for help.
“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
My brain feels hazy, my vision cloudy.
My body locks the more his presses closer, my heart beating so rapidly, I feel it may explode out of my chest. The small reminder that I’ve already put something inside of me washes away my worry for a moment, but it doesn’t stop him.
Nothing stops him.
No demand, no squirm out of his grasp, nothing stops how determined Steven is to take what he wants from me.
His deep sounds are strident against the casing of my ear.
Yet, I stay silent, swallowing every pained whimper that wants to escape.
“Eyes on me,” I hear him say, but it feels distant. When I hear it again, it’s right on top of me. Grim eyes look down at me as sickening pleasure ricochets through his features.
“I said, eyes on me,” he growls, and I obey.
Tears trickle from my eyes, but I look at him. Letting him steal every part of me, I look at him.
Within seconds, it’s over. His naked body covered, pants zipped and pulled up. Somehow, I manage to get my clothes back on.
Still frightened to leave, I realize now is the only moment I have. While he’s preparing himself another drink, I silently, brokenly, make my way to the door, turning the knob with shaky hands, until I hear.
“Remind me to thank Brandon for inviting you.”
I don’t answer. I can’t do anything but leave as fast as possible.
But the truth is, I already left.
And I don’t know if anything can ever bring me back.
CHAPTER 2
FIA
Present day…
“Seven, eight— Good!”
My raspy voice strains, horse from yelling as the youth dancers I coach finish off their last full out routine of our evening practice. Charred throat aside, the twelve dancers in front of me glisten with sweat, and I beam at watching yet another perfectly performed routine.
They have no idea I’m about to kill their momentum.
