Page 132 of Tempting Fate

“Not again. Please, God, not again,” I plead as memories of the night he almost killed me surge into my head.

He’s too heavy.

I’m too weak.

This is it.

Death.

My ears ring when my head bounces off the bedside table. When Alex’s body moves over mine, destroying me from the inside out, the world dims, and every foul word he mutters into the crook of my neck starts to sound like it’s being uttered underwater.

Garbled.

Too far away to understand.

He slaps me, hard, and the ringing stops.

I scream.

He bites my breast.

Blood runs down my side.

A shudder runs through his body. He’s close to orgasm. I buck my hips, determined to stop him compounding his violation by finishing inside me. When Alex pulls me back under him, my hand hits the open drawer. As he tries to subdue me beneath his weight, I manage to grab the gun and hit him in the head with it.

He shouts in alarm and pushes the weapon away.

He bites me a second time.

He licks the wounds his teeth create.

I hit him with the butt of my gun again.

When he tries to take the weapon from me, I sink my teeth into his arm until he jerks away from the pain.

I can’t see.

I can barely hear.

It doesn’t matter because I still have the strength to pull the trigger.

The bullet hits his shoulder.

With one arm, Alex desperately fights me for my gun.

I squeeze the trigger a second time.

This time, I miss him completely.

Powder from the hole in the ceiling showers us.

Howling with pain as I dig my fingers into his shoulder wound, Alex rolls away from me, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I register that his cock has slipped free of my body. When he knocks me off the bed, I somehow land on my feet. Aiming the muzzle at his head, I’m about to take the kill shot when he kicks me in the stomach. My knees hit the floor. My belly cramps with pain. I ignore it all and clamber back to my feet at the same time Alex kicks me in the chin.

This time, I don’t go down.

I sway on my feet.

Stagger a step backward.

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