Page 150 of Captivated

“But then I remember you’re still the same whore you were a week ago,” Rich continued on, seemingly oblivious to Liliana’s internal struggle, “and I can’t possibly believe anything you say or do.”

Liliana stiffened.

He grinned again. “Try not to think I’m stupid, girl.”

“I don’t.”

Far from it.

“Good.”

His murmur was followed by his lips crashing down on hers. The move was unexpected, and Liliana had all she could do not to push him away. She couldn’t hide the way her lips twisted in a cringe when Rich’s tongue forced its way into her mouth, or how her instincts made her try to back away from the kiss.

Wrong move.

She knew it was wrong the second she did it. She saw the anger flash brightly in Rich’s eyes when he realized she wasn’t responding the way he wanted her to. The apology was already on the tip of Liliana’s tongue, but it was too late.

There was nothing she could do to make this better. No excuse she could use to distract him from the fact his kiss was the very last thing she wanted.

He disgusted her.

She couldn’t pretend.

Not even to save her life, apparently.

Rich pulled back just enough to hiss at her, “Kiss me, Lilibet.”

“I—”

“Kiss me, now.”

He didn’t offer her the chance to refuse him again, instead kissing her again without warning. This time, he let go of her hair, and grabbed her arms. She found herself dragged onto that bare, thin mattress on the floor with Rich’s heavy body forcing its way between her legs.

No, no, no.

He was hard already.

His erection there already.

No, no, fucking no.

Liliana was not a weak woman—her strength came from years of ballet training, and she was more than capable of fighting back. And yet, all her efforts to get Rich off her were quickly shut down when he pinned her arms above her head with one hand while his other one slipped between her legs.

Still, he kissed her.

Touched her.

She had pants on, sure, but they would only last as long as she could keep them on. They certainly didn’t stop Rich from rubbing his hand against her vagina, and they didn’t seem to keep his erection from grinding along her thigh.

If anything, her fighting only seemed to spur him on even more.

The pig.

“Get off me,” Liliana hissed.

She bit him, then.

It was the last thing she could think of, really.