Page 32 of Biker's Enemy

“You make one more sound and I’ll keep whooping your ass until you can’t sit down for a week. How the hell are you gonna explain that to your boss?”

Him mentioning Tanner sends my emotions into overdrive. I can’t explain what exactly happens internally, but it’s like all my feelings twist up and implode. I let out a sob, which the intruder’s hand suffocates, and tears spill out of my eyes.

I hate that he mentions my boss.

I hate it so damn much…

I shudder and nod, mostly because I’m sobbing too hard to do anything but agree with this monstrous intruder in hopes that he doesn’t end my life. That’s my only goal at this point — survive.

Once he stops covering my mouth, he can hear me softly crying. His next exhalation is almost kind, although it’s fucked up for me to attribute any form of humanity to this monster.

“I won’t hurt you unless you make me, sugar plum,” he says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

I don’t know why I can’t recognize his voice. I try to turn my head a little to glimpse his body, but that offers me no hints. All I know is that the man is huge and his physique is clearly muscular. Not like that helps my prospects of escape or survival. The intruder is far too fixated on my ass and his intentions to notice me trying to see more of him.

He returns to touching my ass with both hands.

“What’s a woman like you doing with all this ass?”

I don’t think he really wants me to answer, but when I don’t, he hits my ass again. I don’t yelp. He scares me too damn much for me to scream. He chuckles when I flinch but doesn't make a sound.

“You’re a good girl,” he says with that buttery smooth voice. “I like a woman who knows her place. I’m old-fashioned like that.”

Old-fashioned? Is there something old-fashioned about climbing into a woman’s bedroom and groping her? I squeeze my legs shut as his palms rove over my butt cheek. Strange wetness between my legs makes it hard for my thighs to stick together. I don’t understand the feeling.

The intruder’s hands move to the separation between my ass cheeks and I squeeze my legs even tighter together. That doesn’t work to deter him. He separates my legs easily and then he touches me between them forcefully.

He groans again.

“I want to touch you so fucking bad.”

Is anything stopping him? I can’t stop my racing heart. I can’t stop him from touching me inappropriately. This intruder can do absolutely anything he wants with me and he knows it. The sound that comes out of my mouth is another unwilling whimper. I flinch, expecting him to hit me, but he’s too distracted by touching between my legs slowly through my clothes.

My legs separate. If I give him this, he won’t hit me…

“Yes, sugar plum,” he groans. “I feel that pussy getting nice and wet for me…”

I can’t believe this is happening.

I’ve never even been kissed.

“I want to put my dick in your pussy so fucking bad...”

I flinch again as my terror intensifies. I guessed the intruder’s intentions when he started touching me but convinced myself that mildly touching me would satisfy him. I don’t get lucky. He escalates from touching my ass cheek to touching me between my legs and now…

He can’t do this to me.

I blurt out the only thing I can think to say.

“I’m a virgin…”

The words seem naive when he responds.

“Good,” he says. “I always said if I ever made anyone my old lady… she would be mine and only mine…”

He presses one knee into the bed and I whimper as I clutch my pillow. From what little I can see of this man, he left no identifying features uncovered. He’s even wearing a ski mask. If I scream loudly enough, Tanner might hear and stop him. Tanner would save me.

But if I screw that up, this man could kill me. He could kill Avery.

---