Page 80 of Hell Hath No Fury

I just reach the door when the deadbolts engage with a low thud, my yanking on the door proving to be entirely ineffective. Whirling around, Antonio is watching me from the same spot, his hand lowering to his side as he smiles predatorily.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” he drawls in a very un-Antonio-like manner. “You should know by now there’s no way out for you.”

A chill runs down my spine, the dark glint in his eyes forcing me to look around the room for some kind of escape. My eyes are drawn back to him as he yanks his shirt over his head, drops it to the floor haphazardly, and then lowers his pants, kicking them away as he moves toward me.

With a low squeak, I just manage to dodge his grab, then scurry across the large room, skirting around the bed to stand in the bathroom doorway. Cursing at the fact there appears to be no way out, I face off with Antonio, who is completely nude and quite obviously excited about this little game I instigated.

Heart pounding, I briefly contemplate using the safe word, but then I meet his gaze, the challenge reflected in his eyes sending my blood rushing through my veins. I lunge forward, managing to hook my foot around his ankle, tumbling him to the floor.

Wasting no time, I sprint to the wall where we were previously standing, my eyes scanning the wall for the button that will disengage the locks. I manage to press it without breaking stride, my feet thudding on the hardwood floors as I race toward the door—and freedom. My hand grips the knob, turns, and pulls, but then my crow of victory is immediately cut short by the sharp pain of my hair being yanked viciously.

I fall to the ground, sprawled on my back, the wind knocked out of me. Antonio slams some slide bolts up high, just high enough I’d likely need a step ladder to get the fucking door open. He turns on me, standing over me like a fucking psycho, eyes glinting madly. “You ready to give up, love? Just say the word.”

Highly offended, I snarl, “Fuck you.”

A low chuckle falls from his lips and wraps around me like the sweet lover’s embrace it’s intended to be. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

He drops to his knees in front of me, and I kick out, his hand easily snagging my foot before I can make contact with his chest. Antonio may be older, but he’s still fit, and I catch myself staring at his muscular chest, wanting to lick him in all the good places.

His fingers, squeezing my ankle, snap me out of it. My gaze moves to his eyes, and I glare back at his knowing look. “Gonna have to try harder than that, old man.”

His smile is lazy, his hands sliding up both my shins to my knees. Without warning, he pushes my knees back, taking my air as he folds me in half with my bent legs over my chest, pinning me down with his body.

Huffing, I manage to get my breath back, but my hands are squeezed between us, and no amount of pushing against his chest moves him at all. “Get off me.”

His lazy smile remains, his eyes half-closed in pleasure as he presses his hard dick against my pussy. “Unless you plan on coming on me, you’re not gonna get very far like this.”

“I’ll come wherever I want.”

“Like fuck you will.”

The feral glint is back, his lazy smile turning menacing as he pushes himself off me, coming to his feet in one smooth move. I attempt to roll onto my hands and knees, but he’s right there, his hands gripping my head, pulling me to my feet as he spits out, “Do I need to remind you that I’ll do whatever I want to you? You’ll be my little plaything for the rest of your life, regardless of how much you fight me. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me because I’m stronger, faster, and smarter, so you may as well just shut your fucking mouth and take it like a good fucking girl.”

His words sink in slowly, my blood pressure rising with each moment that passes. Surely, he did not say what I think he did. Jerking back, my hands come up, knocking his arms enough that his grip loosens, and I’m able to yank my head from his grasp. Then my fist connects with his gut, setting him off-guard justlong enough for me to knock him backward. “I’m not a fucking dog, you asshole.”

Spinning, I book it toward the bathroom door, hoping, if nothing else, there’s a lock, but once again, I’m too slow, and he’s on me before I’m even in the doorway.

Strong arms wrap around me, squeezing viciously. I thrash, my feet coming off the floor as I yell, “Let me go. Don’t touch me. Get the fuck away from me.”

His hold tightens, effectively cutting off my words, and then I’m airborne, flying through the air for a few seconds before bouncing face-first onto the bed. I’ve barely gotten to take a breath before he’s on top of me, his body pressing me into the mattress, my arms pinned by my sides.

Leaning over me, he rubs his dick against my ass, his low moan against my neck sending an answering pulse of desire through me.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he murmurs against my ear. “You’ll be ruined for anyone else. The mere thought of ever fucking another man will make you sick.”

“I’ll fuck whoever I want,” I retort, wanting to piss him off.

“Is that so?”

That line is quickly becoming a serious red flag. But still, I respond, “Yeah. I’ll spread my legs for every fucking man I meet.”

He goes completely still over me, the solid weight of him and the warm breath against my cheek the only indication that he’s still there with me. But then he whispers, “Over my dead fucking body.”

I twist my head, attempting to look at him as I respond, “That can be arranged.”

“You’re gonna fucking get it good for that.”

Then, his weight is gone, his hands yanking at my pants, and I thrash again, attempting to break free. Cursing, his weightshifts, and then I’m pressed into the mattress again, this time by his legs straddling my torso, his knees pinning my arms even more securely than before.

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