Page 60 of Rescued by a SEAL

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she said, her voice shaking.

He grabbed her arm, his bloodshot eyes raking over her body. “We need one last night together for old time’s sake. Then maybe I’ll let him have you back.”

“No,” she said, her voice trembling.

She took a step back, breaking free from his grip, and then turned. Ran toward her door in her flip-flops. Eric grabbed her from behind, hauling her up into his arms as he covered her mouth with one large hand.

She kicked and fought him, her sandals flying off, her arms restrained by his. He tightened his grip and carried her toward her bedroom, stumbling slightly along the way. “Don’t be like this, Tay. We were good together.”

She tried to cry out, his hand muffling the sound.

Eric was bigger and stronger than her, but maybe she could hold him off until he passed out. Hadn’t that been what had happened every other night he’d shown up? He reeked of alcohol, started slurring his words after she let him into her apartment, then passed out cold.

He’d already said he’d had a few of her beers. And that was just while he was here. He’d probably been drinking all day long.

“Do you promise not to scream?” he asked, his lips at her ear. She cringed. “The cameras I’ve set up are on right now. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Don’t make me do something that I’ll regret. I need you. I just want your pussy one more time. I want to enjoy what’s mine. Let’s go to bed, enjoy each other, and maybe I’ll give you the copies of the videos tomorrow.”

Tears smarted her eyes as she bobbed her head up and down, agreeing not to yell.

He slid her down his body, one hand still covering her mouth, and set her back on the floor. His hand freely moved over her, clumsily fondling her breasts as she tried not to gag. “Shh, Tay,” he said, staggering again as he moved her toward her bed.

Her cell phone was still in her purse out in the living room. She had exactly zero ways of contacting Mason. Of calling for help.

Her friend Amy was supposed to come pick her up soon for work. Hopefully if Taylor didn’t answer the door or her phone, she’d realize something was wrong. Call the police. Notify someone.

She shuddered and gasped, realizing she had absolutely no idea when Mason would return. If Amy didn’t realize something was wrong, would anyone? What if Eric didn’t let her go? She’d flaked out on work so many times lately, they might not think anything of it if she didn’t show.

Finally releasing her from his grip, Eric’s bloodshot eyes bore into hers.

“How much have you had to drink?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

“A couple of beers. Plus some vodka. It was only like half of the bottle though. Come to bed with me, baby. I need you. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you the videos tomorrow.”

Shuddering as Eric’s fingers wrapped around her upper arm, she moved with him onto her bed. He stripped off his shirt, swaying slightly again. She didn’t think he’d actually hurt her, but he’d changed so much from the guy she’d once fallen for, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore. If she could just convince him to talk for a while, maybe he’d pass out and she’d be okay.

She could lie there in bed until she was sure he was out cold.

Pray he was too inebriated to force her.

Then sneak out when he was unaware, calling the police from outside.

“Come lie down with me, Eric,” she said, her voice shaking. “I want you to hold me first. Please? Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I am a little woozy,” he said, struggling to crawl toward her. Finally, he collapsed at her side and wrapped his large body around her, his chest to her back.

She’d have to burn her sheets after this.

This morning they’d smelled of Mason. Of their lovemaking the night before.

And now they were tainted with her ex.

Nervously, her eyes tracked around her bedroom, wondering where the camera was. He’d had a close-up video of her, but was the camera zoomed in? Had they been watching the mirror image of it?

Maybe it was on the other side of the bed.

The weight of Eric’s arms around her chest and waist felt like a vice. His entire body surrounded her. Held her. She squirmed against him, trying to edge away, and he tightened his grip. “Don’t forget I have cameras in here, baby. I’ll know if you leave. I’ll come find you. Let’s just rest for a few minutes, and then you can strip for me. Let me fuck you a couple of times.” His words slurred more, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Biting her lip to hold back her tears, Taylor lay stiffly in bed with Eric. She counted to one hundred. Two hundred.

Eric’s soft snore finally filled the room, and she shakily released her breath.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.

After several attempts, she lifted his heavy arm off of her, feeling it fall away. He didn’t move. Didn’t alter his breathing. Didn’t say a word.

Inching toward the edge of the bed, so as not to shake it, she finally slid off, crawling across the floor barefoot in her jeans and tee shirt. She didn’t think he’d wake up and see her, but why take any chances? She paused halfway across the room, listening for any movement. Afraid to look back.

Finally, she stood when she reached the hallway, ready to run for her purse and call 911.

A loud knock at the front door sent her leaping back in fright.

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