Page 5 of Corrupted Guilt

Grind it out.

I’ll bust my ass every single day if it means I can be free of all this.

The light flips on, my reflection vanishes, and in its place a grinning Yuri.

“Jesus Christ!” I hiss then start to run towards the Weeping Willow tree.

My legs are pumping as hard as they can, my chest screams at me to stop but I keep going, resisting the urge to look back. I’m nearly at the canopy – the umbrella of lazy branches bent all the way to the ground – the trunk is not so very far. I might win.

So close.

A little further …

Under the canopy ...

I feel a weight hit my back hard enough to take me to the ground. I shriek and throw my hands out to break the fall, but Yuri is rolling me, to take the brunt of the ground on his back. My instinct is to go limp, to give up, to not fight back, to just go easy.

Fuck that!

I’m so close. I shove an elbow into his ribs, he lets out a quiet groan and loosens his grip for a half second – that’s all I need to squirm out of his arms and get my feet on the ground. As I bolt away to the tree trunk, he catches my ankle and reels me back to him, ankle to shin to thigh until he grabs my hips and flips me over, on my back.

Then crawls on top.

His hips are between my thighs, pinning me to the ground with his weight, his hands shackling my wrists to my sides in a powerful grip.

“Almost, princess.”

“Let me go,” I shout as I struggle against the cage his body traps me in.

“I think we need to get a few things straight.” He wraps a hand around my throat and pins my head against the ground. “I’m the only one who gives orders around here.”

I claw at his back; I bite his forearm – nothing works.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself,” he growls and slaps my nose, like a nippy dog.

It’s infuriating. “Let me go, asshole!”

“Not going to happen.”

My body thrashes against his.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to even try. It took balls, sweetheart, but you weren’t fast enough.”

I scream and struggle, but he doesn’t let go.

“Enough, let me up,” I try to command him.

He looks down at me with amusement, “Here, use your hands if you want to try to stop me from taking what I want.”

My hands meet the solid wall of his chest. I can feel his warmth, his pulse radiating through me like an electric shock. “Get off me.”

He sighs then he grabs my wrist again, twists it over my head, and shoves it down against the ground as he slides over my body. His breath is hot and heavy across my skin.

I try to get a grip on myself. “Let me up.”

“Your heart is pounding and you’re sweating,” his words send vibrations through me. “Your lips might say one thing, kiska but your body betrays you. It wants to stay right here and find out what happens next.”

“Rape? Something nonconsensual?” I say as calmly as possible.

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