Page 100 of Flashback for the Forward

“The fuck do you mean he’s been arrested? The guy’s never so much as jaywalked!”

Aiden’s fingers flexed, warning me to keep my mouth shut.

By the time we made it to his car, thirteen minutes had passed. Only seven more, and my distress signal would go out. I just had to hold on a little while longer.

The anger radiating off Aiden filled the cabin. “Those pills should be out of your system by now, so there’s nothing stopping me from putting my baby in your belly.”

Weakly, I said, “I don’t want kids.”

“Well, too fucking bad!” he roared. “Because I do.”

All too soon, we were pulling up to his house. I dragged my feet up the walk, as if I were headed to the gallows and hoping that if I stalled, it would result in a stay of execution.

No such luck.

“Bedroom. Now,” Aiden gritted out through clenched teeth once we made it through the door.

Obeying, I moved in that direction.

As soon as I made it past the threshold, Aiden gripped the collar of my shirt and tugged, ripping the fabric clean off me.

Head held high, I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cower. This wasn’t the first time this man had forced himself on me, but if there was a God, it would be the last.

My leggings were wrenched off next, and a disgusted scoff sounded as he surveyed my nearly naked form. “Gone for two months and you managed to put on more weight.”

Actually, asshole, I’ve lost fifteen pounds. Thanks for noticing.

Aiden snapped his fingers as if he were commanding a dog rather than a person. “Bed.”

I didn’t put up a fight, walking to the mattress and positioning myself on my back.

Strong hands gripped my calves, hauling me to the edge. He’d just begun to work on his belt buckle when his cell rang.

With an annoyed huff, he reached into his pocket, checking the Caller ID.

“Don’t move. I need to take this.” He pressed a button on the smooth screen and brought the device to his ear. “Captain Phillips, what can I do for you, sir?”

As he listened to whatever his boss had to say, his face got redder and redder by the second. Then he tossed the cell across the room, and it hit the wall with a deafening crack.

“You fucking bitch!”

There wasn’t time to brace before he landed a punch to my face, my head snapping to the side as a brilliant bolt of agony burst across my cheekbone. The blow was strong enough that my vision darkened at the edges, and I became slightly disoriented.

I was vaguely aware of the repeated smack of skin against skin—the kind of sound you heard in the midst of sex, yet it was somehow different.

When I was able to focus my eyes again, I figured out why.

Aiden was frantically pulling on his flaccid dick, trying to stroke it to life.

I almost snorted. Of all the times to be unable to get it up.

Guess there was someone looking out for me after all.

“Problem?” I taunted, emboldened by the promise of rescue on the horizon.

“You think this is funny?” He snarled before his hand created an iron band around my throat, threatening to cut off my air supply. “How about now?”

Struggling would only aid in his pursuit to obtain an erection, so I remained motionless.