Victory
My heart dropped into my belly and for a second I entertained the idea not fighting him. I lied to myself and toyed with the idea of letting him do what he wanted, but disgust had my stomach rolling. The warmth of his body felt wrong against mine as he leaned forward. Without a second thought, I spat in his face. I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Fuck not fighting.
And fuck Ethan.
The audacity of this man. I hated the way he made me feel weak. I hated feeling small compared to his large frame. It was nothing like the way felt with … The spittle landed satisfyingly on his eyebrow and slid down over his eye. I was grossed out as it collected on his eyelashes before slowly dripping down between us.
I don’t care about what he wanted and I was far from the fragile girl I was when we first met all those many years ago. We may have stood in front of all the packs in attendance as a united front but he’s got another thing coming to him if he thinks I’ll lay down and take it like a dog.
“You’re sick!” I yelled. “You’re fucking sick. I don’t care what you’ve had to do or how long you’ve had to wait. I don’t want you! I’ll never want you! I’ll keep fighting you. I’ll fight you tooth and nail. I’ll never stop fighting you.”
“I tried to be patient, Adealine. I really did,” Ethan sighed.
Chains clamped shut around my wrists and my hands were pinned above my head. The chains were one of Ethan’s hands. He held me in a vice grip and no matter how much I yanked it didn’t matter. Kicking was pointless, he had my legs pinned too. I was at the mercy of the monster above me.
With his free hand, he dragged his hand down my chest. His bare fingers against my skin made my skin clammy as his hand slid down past my belly button and stopped on my thigh. His eyes flashed and he lifted his chin to watch me. He was a hunter stalking his prey, waiting for the slightest sign of weakness, but I wasn’t going to give him any.
Ethan’s fingers slipped under the thin material of my dress, his rough calloused fingers scratched against the top of my thigh. I glared up at him and hid all traces of the real fear that coursed through my veins. I might not have been able to kick or punch him but my head wasn’t being held down. I lowered my head to the bed and surprise flickered across his features. His hand continued their uphill climb and my insides clenched as he lowered himself another inch closer. His fingers drew closer and I did my best not to wiggle away. I watched as his eyes darted down between us.
The sick fuck.
Of course he wants a good look.
His eyes greedily take in the exposed flesh of my thigh. I’ve never felt so repulsed by a man as I do right now. His lips glisten as saliva drips from his open mouth to his bottom lip. His fingers brush against my core and it’s now or never. I grit my teeth and slam my head forward as hard as I possibly can. There’s a crack followed by Ethan’s gasp of pain.
Victory.
His hand releases my wrists and he leans back, freeing my legs. I don’t have any time to celebrate. I draw my elbow back and thrust my hand forward. My claws shoot out and I go for his eyes. He moves back and dodges at the last minute. I end up scratching his cheek and I tear through flesh.
He roars but I don’t stop there. I bring my knee up until it slams into his rib cage. Ethan caves into himself as he grunts from the pain. I reach around the back of his head and grab a fistful of his hair. I yank down hard. His back arched and his head slid back leaving his jugular exposed to me. I was on my knees looking down on him now. I was winning.
“Give,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Blood dripped down Ethan’s cheek as he stared up at me with an amused smirk. I wanted to rip his lips clean off his face. He didn’t say anything and waited patiently while I hovered over him.
“If you liked it rough, all you had to do was ask,” Ethan purred.
“Fuck you,” I cursed.
“It would be my pleasure, My Queen” he said.
He leaned toward me and in the blink of an eye I was on my back. My legs parted with Ethan on his knees between them. Each one of his hands held one of mine down. My fingers were still gripped tightly and I could feel a chunk of his hair in my grasp. I had been close, so close. Tears welled in my eyes. Ethan was winning and I was losing.
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