Page 21 of All Your Hate

Out of self-preservation, I quickly say, “I’m sorry.”

I try to cover myself, but he gathers both my wrists behind my back and holds them there with one of his large hands. His other hand trails down my front. Gliding over my skin. Circling my breasts. Making my nipples pucker without actually touching them.

The heat in his eyes is so intense that I can feel it radiating off him and soaking into my own body.

“Don’t ever apologize forthat.”

I thought this man was crazy, but now I know he’s a full-blown maniac.

His fingers move over to my ribs and settle there. Those beautiful eyes darkening. “You don’t get bruises like these unlessyou put up a fight. Or did you just lie back and let them beat you for fun?”

“Fuck you!” I snap and he grabs my chin.

“Unfortunately, I like a clean pussy so that’s going to have to wait,Autumn."

He didn't rape me? I thought that feeling between my legs might have been from him. But he hasn't touched me?

"No, you’re really not an Autumn. Are you going to tell me your actual name or shall I just call you cum dumpster for now?” His eyes assess me like I’m a contestant in some game and he’s judging how well I’m playing. Unfortunately for me, I don’t know the rules.

I struggle against him, but that only makes my pussy rub against the bulge in his pants.

The very hard bulge.I try to ignore both it and the feeling it invokes as best as I can. It’s just my body’s natural reaction after all.

I do the only thing I can think of to get him to stop and I spit in his face. It lands on his cheek. I’m glad to be rid of some of the blood that was in my mouth, but I doubt it was worth whatever retaliation will come next.

I steel myself for a punch, a slap, a kick—whatever he likes to do for punishment.

As he leans closer, the wine on his breath and his cologne becomes overwhelming. Now there’s a coppery undertone to it all. The onslaught is enough to make my head feel light.

With his fingers, he gathers the spit from his cheek and I purse my lips so he can’t force them inside again. But he shocks me by bringing them to his own mouth. Ever so slowly he opens up, his long tongue rolling out and I get the awful thought of what he could do with that thing. Without breaking eye contact with me he sucks his fingers until his cheeks hollow out.

His eyes soften for a brief second as he inhales a deep breath through his nose, his lashes fluttering like he’s just taken a hit of something strong.

Taking them out of his mouth, he says, “No, you’re definitely a little viper.Mylittle viper.”

His hips rock forward, making him brush against me again. An electric spark zaps between my legs and I try to close them, but only end up enclosing him against me.

He runs his fingers along the hairline on my temple as he says in that dangerously low voice of his, “This will all go so much smoother if you let me in.”

“Never.” I shake my head and he sighs. Then to my surprise, he lets me go and takes a step back. I hurry to pull my shirt closed with both hands and try not to tremble against the table.

We both watch each other in a quiet standoff as we wait for the other to make the next move. I’ve already reached my limit for the night and I’m not prepared to fight him any longer.

“If you’re going to hurt me just get it over with.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets he goes back to his seat and acts like nothing just happened.

“Finish your food. I can make you something else if you don’t like it.”

“I’m not hungry.” It’s not even a lie. My stomach’s in knots and I don’t think I could keep anything down. From the look on his face, he’s not taking another no for an answer.

“I will feed you myself if I have to. You can either sit down nicely to eat or I’ll hand-feed you from my lap. The choice is yours.”

There’s that game of false choice again. I’m not going to fall for it and think I have any power here.

Glaring at him I pick my chair back up and sit down. I suppose forcing some food down is a lot better than having anything else forced into my mouth tonight.

“Good girl.”

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