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Shit. Not only did I lose him, but I lost me too.
Every gruesome murder recently reported by the local news suddenly blares through my mind. I’m a big, wet, lost, unarmed target.
My already racing heart hammers harder in my chest and I plaster myself against the nearest wall, trying my best to melt into it. To become invisible and regroup.
I squint at the street sign, trying to read the poorly lit letters. Having no other choice, I detach myself from the side of the building and draw nearer.
That’s when my worst fear becomes a reality. Strong fingers wrap around my arm as a hand covers my mouth when I try to scream.
I’m dragged backward, away from the light, deep into the shadows of a narrow alley. Adrenaline rushes through my blood, inciting that fight or flee response. However, the sheer size of the man obliterates the flee option, leaving me with fight.
I bite him as hard as I can and he releases me. But my freedom is short-lived. Before I can take a single step, I’m grabbed again and thrown against the brick wall.
“Hel—” I manage to get out but am cut off when that same large hand is slapped over my mouth.
Then he’s there, towering over me, large and terrifying, pressing me into the brick. I squirm and try to kick, dig my nails into any bit of skin I can get to.
But it doesn’t matter that I’ve taken self-defense lessons or that my father taught me how to shoot a gun. I’m no match for this man.
“Emily, stop!” he growls when I manage to get a good scratch to the side of his face.
I go still at the deep burr I’ve committed to memory. “Noah?”
“I said not to follow me, you stupid girl. Can’t you follow a simple order? You have no idea of the danger you just put yourself in.”
Bristling, I shove at him, but he doesn’t budge. “I can take care of myself.”
“No, you can’t. I just proved that.”
I slap his chest again and grind out, “Move. Get off!”
He grabs my wrists and slams them against the wall on either side of my head, bringing his face a mere inch from mine. “If I let you go, some fuck will have you for dinner.”
A bolt of lightning shows me the strain on his face. The furrows between his brows and on his cheeks are deeper than ever, and there’s a gash on his temple. He’s been in some sort of brawl, and from the feral look in his eyes, he’s still possessed by whatever it took to survive it.
You have no idea of the danger you just put yourself in.His words come back to me full force.He’sthe danger.
“If I were to tell you to leave, would you?” I ask, my voice shaky.
He presses himself harder against me. Something rigid and large digs into my pelvic bone and his fingers clamp down tighter around my wrists.
A guttural groan escapes him, and he drops his forehead onto mine. He’s trembling. Not from fear or the cold of the rain on his body. It’s from holding back. I can feel the restraint, his inner battle.
“If you’re going to ask me to leave, do it now. Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you. Ineedto fuck you. Which is it?” he urges when I don’t immediately respond.
My lips part on an intake of breath as he grinds into me. I can’t think. Can’t make this decision. If I say no, I’m one hundred percent sure he’ll leave. But something also tells me that whatever happened tonight, he sought me out for a reason. He could have gone anywhere else to find release for this intense tension, this coiled up aggression he’s barely able to contain. Yet he came to me.
I also have no doubt that if I say yes, he’s going to release that aggression onme. He’s going to fuck me like an animal. It might hurt and I might want him to stop then. Although he’s the type of man who’s always in control, I’m not sure this is the night to test that theory.
Could I handle him fucking me like that? Do I want him to? The answer is an undeniable yes. Even now, the mere thought of it, of being dominated by him in any way, has me panting.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“No. And I wouldn’t use one, not with you. I want you to feel every single inch of me inside you. Bare. Yes or no. Choose.”
I screw my eyes shut. “Yes.”
Then he’s on me. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue sliding over my own. He breathes into me, forcing his taste and essence into my lungs.
