Page 53 of Hear Me Roar

The door to the ensuite flies open and Dimitri stands at the threshold, shirtless, his belt undone. Rage still swims in his eyes like a bull ready tocharge.

“Strip, Mishka. Quickly,” he growls, rattling a newfound sense of fear down myspine.

I clutch myself tightly for support and slowly shake my head. “Dimitri, please.” My lip trembles. “Please,don’t.”

I can’t do this part again. It gets worse every single time. He’s rougher, lasts eons longer. The last time he went on for so long and was so rough, Ibled...

His face contorts all the more at my resistance to his demand. I can see how he takes a deep breath to rein himself in, but it doesn’t help. Not even slightly. He snaps, and in two seconds, he’s at my side, gripping the low neckline of my gown with such force, his knuckles are white. I expect him to pull it down and fondle me as he always does, so you can imagine how terrorized I felt when he ripped the gown right down the middle, exposing my small breasts in their entirety, since I hadn’t been wearing abra.

He peruses my body hungrily, hooking a finger into the waistband of my panties. “I said strip,Mishka.”

I shake my head again and sheath myself from his eyes. I should know better than to deny him, it only makes things worse, but I can’t bring myself to let him have me again. In his enraged state, I’ll bleed for sure and I’ll wear his marks for weeks, forcing me to stay inside to avoid beingseen.

“Strip,” he demands once more, growing less patient, and I’m actually astonished he’s not yelling, considering how angry heis.

But as I shake my head again, he brings a hand up and slaps me, hard, roaring in my face, “I SAID,STRIP!”

The sting of his palm smarts the entire left side of my face, rushing tears down my cheeks freely. I couldn’t hold them back if Itried.

Here we go,I think to myself, searching for the light at the end of the tunnel. But the end is far from near. This will go on for the rest of the night until he’s pleased with himself. So, I finally strip. I push down my panties and let them fall down my legs to the floor, where I keep my eyes fixated. I can hear the harshness of his breath and see how he becomes aroused. His length hardens beneath his slacks and I shiver, already feeling the pain of his thick head tearing me from the insideout.

I watch as he rears his arm again and I expect another blow to the face, but he grips my throats instead, forcing me to look him in the eye. When he's like this, I don't recognize him. He's not Dimitri Petrova, the suave older man I fell for. He's a monster, a demon who crawled out of hell and possessed his body to walk the planes of this earth. His free hand snakes between my legs and cups my most intimate area aggressively, shoving three fingers inside me. I'm not aroused which in turn causes the intrusion to burn as he pumps them in andout.

“Why. Are you not. Wet for me,” he grits out and I shrug, because if I tell him I'm not aroused, he’ll become even angrier. And at this point, I don't see how that'spossible.

He pumps his fingers harder, faster, but to no avail. My body refuses torespond.

Dimitri growls in frustration and withdraws his hands long enough to weave his fingers into my hair and yank me into the bathroom. I’m thrown right into the steaming hot shower, the water nearly searing my skin as the spray shoots down over me. The glass door slams behind him and I know there's no escaping him now. He looms over me silently and crashes his mouth to mine, his tongue slipping between my lips. I close my eyes and flip the switch to idle, kissing him back in a state of autopilot he doesn't register as he begins his assault. When he's had enough, he moves lower, sucking the skin of my neck, biting it, eager to see his marks left behind as he moves to my breasts and repeats the process. Again, his fingers invade me, but it doesn't go on for long. He's rock hard and he wantsrelief.

Relief he's going to take, whether I'm offering it ornot.

As fast as I can blink, I find myself face front against the wall. I hiss as pain shoots up from my wrist once more. The cold tiles pebble my nipples and the grout scrapes my face. I feel him moving but I can’t see what he’s doing. Then I feel it. The hot water jets against my clit as he holds the showerhead beneath me. A hint of pleasure zips through me and I attempt to cling to it, hoping it’ll offer some relief, but as soon as his cock slides inside me, that pleasure slips away. The sound of our skin slapping echoes as he fucks me viciously, and all throughout, he remains silent until he groans through his release...and I don’t. He doesn’t pull out or ease his thrusts, though, because he’s not done. He’s still rock hard. I can feelit.

With a quick hand, he places the showerhead back where it belongs and pushes my face further into the tiles. “First you don’t get wet for me, then you don’t come for me. Why Mishka” – he slaps my ass – “do you not enjoy it? Or perhaps you already came? Is that why you were upstairs at the event; fucking one of my friends? You blame me for turning to Svetlana, but you do thesame.”

“I wasn’t with one of your friends. I was up there looking for you. You leftm-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he roars, banging my head against the wall. “You speak when you’re spoken to. Notbefore.”

“I’m sorry,” I whine as his movements grow morefrantic.

“Sorry doesn’t fix your mistakes.” His voice is deadly, hushed almost, as he withdraws himself long enough to spin me around and bring a hand to my throat. “And tonight, you will learn better than to spread your legs for another man. Your cunt is mine. Mine, do you hearme?”

I can’t answer him; hell, I can barely see or breathe. The spray hits my face directly from the angle in which he hung it, and I feel like I’m drowning as he plows into me over and over again. His cock pierces me, jamming into my cervix painfully, and I cry out. But my cry only hurts me more as I begin to choke around what feels like buckets of water rushing in through my nose andmouth.

The worst part; he likesit.

A Cheshire grins sweeps across his face and he continues, the world around me slowly fading into a blackhole…

“Nooo!” I woke up screaming, shooting up to a sitting position, my body bathed in sweat as though I'd struggling forhours.

The bark of a dog frightened me out of my skin all the more, prompting me to peer around the darkened room as quick stomps resounded from both ends of the hallway. A stream of light poured in from under the doorway, and I knew it was about to slam open, but nonetheless, I screamed at the unexpected sight of Manny storming in with his firearm drawn. Knox was right behind him, a firearm lodged in his grasp as well. When they noted I was alone, they lowered their weapons and allowed Hazel through, who bounded past them in a flash, to where Isat.

“What happened?” she asked in alarm, clutching her robetightly.

“I-I had a nightmare, a flashback, whatever you wanna callit.”

“Was it abouthim?”

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