Chapter 25

• His mouth claimed mine in a violent storm, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he meant to conquer every last piece of me. I wanted to bite him back, to draw blood and make him hurt the way he’d hurt my family. But my body betrayed me instantly—the heat pooling low in my belly, the shameful slickness between my thighs. Yet my fingers curled into his shirt instead of pushing him away, gripping the fabric like a lifeline while my mind screamed at me to fight.
• He tore my clothes with zero mercy. The rip of fabric echoed my fracturing resolve. This isn’t me. I’m not this weak. But when he freed his cock—thick, heavy, and brutally hard—and shoved my thighs wider, panic and dark anticipation twisted together inside me.
• One savage thrust and he buried himself to the hilt.