Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“How did you get in here?” My voice comes out calm and low, no hint of the fear prickling my insides.
“Oh, I just took the elevator. My security detail is in your reception area, if you’re concerned about that.” His firm lips quirk. “We’re safe in here.”
Trapped in a room with a powerful man who raped me, who raped others, and the only security is here to protect him. I’ve never felt less safe. I stare back at him, making no sound or moves. I hate that fear paralyzes me, but I can’t help it. The last time we were alone together, he tied my wrists, pried my legs apart, and ruptured me from the inside out. I thought those years of therapy cured me of this, but I fooled myself. I’m as frightened as I was on prom night. I’m just better at hiding it.
“What do you want, Kyle?”
“What a loaded question.” A thin layer of lust films his eyes as they run up and then down my body. “So many possibilities with a woman like you.”
“What do you want, Kyle?” It sounds no less confident when I repeat it, and it’s no less a lie than the first time I said it.
One of the hands trapping me moves to my waist and slithers down to cup my ass. Everything in me rejects his touch. The hairs on my neck stand on end. My skin pebbles with goose bumps. My stomach heaves, but I’m afraid if I move, he’ll hurt me, jerk me, and I can’t invite his violence. My strength failed me against him before, and I’m afraid to test it again.
“Your father tells me there’s some confusion about what happened between us that night all those years ago.” He dips his head until his lips brush against my cheekbone. “We need to deal with that.”
He’s actually here to silence me. His balls are actually big enough that he came into my office to intimidate me, to charm me the way he does the public, to convince me that I’m confused. I crane my neck away from him, doing my best to escape his lips, his breath, his words.
“There’s no confusion, Kyle.” I force myself to meet the veiled malevolence of his stare. “How could there be when we both know you raped me?”
He inches forward, pressing his arms tighter against me, making sure I know he has me caged. Nausea roils in my stomach and floods my mouth with water as his erection presses between my legs. As much as I’m trying to disguise it, he senses my fear, and it’s turning him on. He leans into my ear, his whisper burning my skin like acid.
“I didn’t rape you, bitch. The way I remember it, you begged for it. I was your first, and there’s a certain attachment to the man who pops your cherry.” He laughs gruffly. “The way I remember it, when I told you I didn’t want anything more than that one night, you threatened me with lies about rape. When you never followed through, I assumed you’d come to your senses. I was dismayed when your father warned me today that you haven’t come to your senses at all.”
His words sledgehammer me. My parents wanted to believe that lie so they can move forward with their agenda. In some corner of my heart, the last hope for support from my parents fades to dust.
“You really are something, though.” He squeezes my ass, his breath releasing in a hiss. “I take a certain pride in knowing I had you first. I’ve never forgotten how tight your pussy was that night. How wet you were for me.”
“I wasn’t wet for you, motherfucker,” I spit back. “I was so dry I bled when you rammed that tiny dick inside of me.”
His eyes ignite with the violence he suppresses. His nostrils flare with it. The hand cupping my ass clenches into a fist, dragging me closer until his hardness digs into my thigh. If he could punch me in the face, he would. But he’s smart enough not to leave any marks, smart enough not to say anything incriminating.
“I bet you wouldn’t bleed now, would you, Sofie?” He pumps his hips slowly into me. I jerk back, pushing against his arms on either side of me, but they don’t budge. “I may have been your first, but I certainly wasn’t your last, was I? It must have been good because it really whet your appetite.”
He licks behind my ear, laughing when I gag.
“Who’s going to believe a whore like you was raped by a man like me?”
I can’t stand like this with him another second. The last time we fought, he won. Everything in me resists the thought of another losing struggle, but I have to risk it. I shove at his chest, pushing him back just enough to lift my knee and ram it into the bulge in his pants. He doubles over, blue eyes watering with pain. I rush around behind my desk, rustling through the drawer until I find a letter opener. He stumbles toward me, face still red, lips yanked back with a growl.