Page 14 of Grimm

“Why? There’s no reason—”

He stalked toward her. Sensing the danger inside of him, she backed up. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near the door and ended up backing herself up against a row of shirts. Pressing herself between them, she was momentarily hidden from his view.

He pushed the hangers to the side, finding her trapped between him and the wall.

“Do you know what your mistake was just now?” he asked, his eyes laser focused on hers.

Her mouth dried. He was an animal taunting his prey.

“I questioned you?” she asked in a small voice.

“That’s right.” He nodded and reached out to snatch the shirt from her grip. “Take off the dress, Daniella.”

She swallowed hard around the squeal building up in her throat.

“I…” Arguing with him further would make things worse. She wasn’t on vacation with this man. He was her captor. He’d bought her! It didn’t matter he hadn’t touched her while she slept or that he’d let her check her emails and texts for one from Megan. What mattered to him was that she belonged to him. Bought outright. No exchanges, no returns.

No hope.

“Okay.” She reached behind her neck to unbutton the dress and pulled the front portion down to her waist. It took a few tugs, but she got the material over her hips, then shoved it to the ground at her feet.

His dark eyes wandered over her face, then moved lower and lower still. If she were liquid, he would have drunk her dry. She pressed herself harder into the wall.

“Come out here.” He crooked his finger and stepped to the middle of the room.

Her legs wobbled, but she managed to get out from between his dress shirts without falling.

“Palms flat on the bench.” He moved his bent finger to point her in the right direction.

Her chest cramped. “Why?”

His eyebrows shot up, like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“Oh.” She put her fingers over her lips. She’d questioned him again.

“Now, Daniella.” His voice was dangerously low.

She shuffled over the carpeted floor to the bench and bent over at her waist, planting her hands flat on the cushion. Her heart hammered in her ears, blocking out the sounds of his feet brushing against the carpet as he moved behind her.

She looked down to see her breasts swaying, and mortification set in. Her bare ass was pointed right at him.

Would he rape her?

Would he hurt her?

His hand, warm and soft, laid on the small of her back as he pressed his hard cock against her hip through his slacks.

“When you’re a naughty girl, what do you think will happen?” he asked while his other hand began rubbing her ass cheeks in a circular pattern.

She clenched her eyes, as though she could hide from what was happening.

“Not answering me is as bad as questioning me, Daniella,” he warned.

“I-I-I d-don’t know,” she stammered. She had a few ideas, but not giving them voice definitely seemed like the best option. No need to give him any ideas he didn’t already have.

“Hmm. Were you ever disciplined as a child?” he asked, still caressing her ass.

“Like grounding?” She reached for the unlikely answer.

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