“You can’t do this to me!” she wailed.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth and reached for her leg to lift it off the gas, but she had already done so.
“Jesse…”
He kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other went to her neck and massaged the tense muscles. “Good girl.”
“Don’t,” she seethed.
“Shh. Turn here. Come on, you know where to go.”
She was so rattled she could barely think. “T-think about Lynne. We have to—”
“We’ll see her after I see to you first.”
He had taken her down many old and deserted roads during her junior year of high school. They spent more time than she cared to remember at every rest stop or park along the way to their house.
She dragged his hand from her neck and thrust it away from her as she stopped under the shade of a familiar tree. “You can’t—”
Two large hands gripped her face and hauled her over the console. She slammed her hands against his chest, but that did no good. His lips covered hers and when she tried to scream, his tongue thrust in and she choked on it. Her body flushed with biting cold and then a searing heat that felt as if she was being nipped by thousands of fire ants. She gripped handfuls of his hair and tried to yank his head back, but it had no effect on him whatsoever. One hand clasped her nape to keep her still while the other quested down her body. He gripped her breast through her thin shirt. She bucked and raked her nails over his cheek, which made him grunt.
He pulled back from the kiss. She felt a burst of relief, thinking this might be as far as he was gonna go, but the hand on her boob went to her seat belt and unsnapped it.
“Jesse!” She reached for the door handle to get away from him, but the hand on her nape kept her in place. “Let me go! You can’t do this anymore!”
His response was to drag her out of her seat and onto his lap. She let out an enraged bellow and smacked his cheek, knocking his glasses off his face and revealing sky blue eyes. His pupils were dilated and clouded with lust and fury. If she’d seen his eyes when she pulled up to the curb, she never would have let him in the car.
“Jesse,” she whispered.
“No,” he said though clenched teeth and opened his door.
She looked around as he stepped out with her in his arms. When she was younger, she’d been too ashamed to reach out for help, but times had changed. This time, she was desperate enough to get someone’s attention, but there was no one in the empty parking lot to come to her rescue. If she had known he would revert back to old habits, she would have taken a different route.
“Jesse, you can’t—”
“Don’t, Vi,” he said brusquely as he opened the back door. He held her struggling body easily as he folded the back seats and then tossed her in.
She lunged between the front seats to get to her phone, but he pushed her aside as he climbed in, using his body to force her back into the trunk. She knew from experience there was no way to open the back door from the inside. Her mind glazed with nightmares as he boxed her in.
“Five years,” he bit out as he crawled toward where she huddled in the furthest corner.
She held her hands up to ward him off. “Jesse, you can’t do this. It’s rape! You have noright—”
Her voice was cut off as he grabbed her and swung her to the floor. He shoved his pack to the side as he crouched over her.
“Rape?”
His voice was curiously soft as he hovered over her like a massive lion. His eyes moved over her as his hand splayed over her quivering stomach.
“You want me, you just won’t admit it.”
She levered herself up to get in his face. “I don’twant you! I never did! You forced me!”
He eased closer so their lips were a breath apart. “You want me to fight you for it.”
“You conceited motherfuck—”
His lips collided with hers. When she dropped to disengage their lips, a hand cradled the back of her head to keep her in place. When he moaned into her mouth, her nipples grew hard. Terror spread and she clawed him, but his uniform protected him from harm. His hand went between them and undid her shorts. She bucked and fought, but he yanked them down with brute force.