Page 92 of Misconducts & Temptation

My fists connected with his side and face, but the blows felt weak compared to his strength. My body still ached from Lola’s attack, and William, though older, was much stronger. He grabbed my arms, pinning them to the wet pavement.

“Shall I fuck you here?” he asked with a sneer, his breath hot against my face. “In the pouring rain? In front of your family? Hmm? Would you like that?”

He pawed at my chest, ripping at my shirt. A button flew off, and the sleeve tore as I struggled beneath him. His weight pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

“Get in the car,” he demanded.

“No,” I spat back. “I’d rather walk.”

“Get in the car,” he repeated, his voice menacing.

“Go fuck yourself,” I said through gritted teeth.

His hand shot out, slapping me hard across the face. The sting burned, but I refused to let him see my pain.

“You sound like him,” he said with a twisted smile.

“Good,” I replied defiantly. “He is my husband.”

His fingers curled around my neck, squeezing tightly. The world blurred around me as I gasped for air, my vision dimming.

“Perhaps I’ll shut you up then,” William said, his grip tightening around my neck. “Just stay pretty, pass out, and then I can do what I wish.”

“You’re disgusting,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper.

He licked my throat, sending a wave of revulsion through me. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

I couldn’t understand why my stepmother wasn’t helping me. She had always been cruel, but to stand by and watch this—it hurt more than anything she’d done before. The world around me started to fade, darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision.

Suddenly, a force knocked into William, sending him sprawling to the ground. I gasped for air, blinking rapidly as the world came back into focus. Through the rain, I saw Stephanie standing there; her face pale and determined.

William’s rage was immediate. He swung at Stephanie, his fist connecting with her jaw and sending her crashing to the ground.

“Stephanie!” I cried out, struggling to get up.

But it didn’t matter. Stephanie had helped me. She didn’t have to, but she did. The rain poured down on us, mixing with tears I hadn’t realized were falling.

My body trembled, but rage surged through me, lending me strength. I charged into William, slamming him to the ground with all the force I could muster. “I’m not paying you,” I snarled, my voice low and dangerous. “And I sure as hell won’t sleep with you either.”

His laughter echoed in the rain, cold and mocking. He grabbed my wrists, twisting them painfully as he forced me back. I struggled, kicking and writhing, but he managed to overpower me. His weight pinned me down, pressing the breath from my lungs.

“I like breaking them,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and vile. “I like watching the fight leave their eyes. I thought you’d be timid and meek. But you aren’t.” He leaned closer, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “And I can’t wait to make you timid and meek.”

His words sent a shiver of disgust through me, but I refused to let him see my fear. “You’ll never break me,” I spat back, struggling against his grip.

William’s eyes darkened with anger as he yanked me to my feet. I fought him every step of the way, but it was no use. He was relentless, dragging me toward his car with a cruel determination.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing in his grasp. My nails raked against his skin, drawing blood, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Get in the car,” he ordered, shoving me toward the open door.

I resisted with every ounce of strength I had left, kicking at him as he tried to force me inside. But his grip was ironclad, and my struggles only seemed to amuse him.

“Let go of me!” I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice.

He smirked down at me as he threw me into the backseat with brutal force. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and before I could scramble out, he jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

The engine roared to life, and we sped off into the night. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. There was no use fighting him now—not while we were moving—but I wouldn’t give up. Not yet.

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