Page 120 of Destined To Fall

My stomach rolls as he strips. Theunpleasant act of inspecting the lack of goods before meis almostenough to have me ralphing on his nowbare feet.Though,I realize I should count my blessings that he looks clean, at least. I can’t imagine him taking no for an answer at this stage in the game. I doubt it would have been an option.

With my poker face firmly set,I fall back to the bed and start counting.

One fat cat.

Two fat cats.

Three…

He flings my legs apart, his uneven nails cutting into my skin as he does. Licking his lips as he takes in the sight of me.

Think happy, sexy thoughts…

Five fat cats.

Happy, sexy thoughts—

A finger is shoved deep, and I wince as it catches on the sides.

On autopilot, following an unwritten script,I bite my lip and tilt my head, but I can feel my eyes slipping further and further away from thebrief.

It’s too hard totell if he’s satisfied, turned on, or disappointed with my display and what he finds. I’m too far gone to care.

Seven fat cats.

The sound of a drawer opening fills the room.

Nine fat cats.

A wrapper tears.

Eleven fat cats.

White-hot beaches and sun-kissed skin…

Nineteen fat cats.

Endless cocktails served on mirrored trays…

Twenty-four fat cats.

My face stings again, and I dig deeper.

Twenty-nine fat cats.

A deep, sexy laugh. Dirty Chinese andScrubsreruns…

Thirty-seven fat cats.

Text messages and flirty banter. Sunday runs…

Forty-eight fat cats.

I lose count as I’m ripped out of my head by thick, reeking hands wrapping tightly around my neck. A gargled sound is squeezed out of me, and I claw uselessly at the bare arms as spots take over my vision. My throat is raging, my pulse hammering against his fingers, and my ears ring so loudly Ifearthey might burst at any minute. With burning lungs, I try fruitlessly to get this asshole off me, thrashing and bucking, but it’s pointless. He’s pinning me to the fucking bed with his stillpistoning hips.

I’m about to suffocate with this fucking low-life piece of shit inside of me. The last thing that flashes in front of my eyes is Jeremy and his boyish, smiling face before everything goes black, and I’m nowhere again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

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