Page 51 of Look at Her and Die

“You think this is all some sort of joke?” I asked, my hands slipping from around her.

One went down to her belly while the other one went higher to around her throat.

I could feel her heart beating fast against my fingers as she said, “My whole life is a joke.”

That angered me more.

Her life may be challenging, but there was no reason to put herself at unnecessary risk.

It could get worse, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“You think that you could get away if he were to come at you?” I asked, tightening my hold again. “Go ahead, try. See how laughably easy it would be for me to hold you still. Take whatever I wanted. All the while you have no choice but to let me have it.”

She squirmed, giving the hold a little test.

I squeezed her throat slightly, causing her breath to catch.

She turned her head sideways and bit me on the shoulder.

I didn’t even flinch.

I did move my hand up and squeeze her jaw, though, forcing her to let go.

She cried out in surprise, and I used that opening to press my thumb into her open mouth and whisper into her ear. “Wish that was my cock.”

She bit down on my thumb and I laughed, pulling away.

She whirled on me the moment I let her go, anger likely blazing in her eyes, but it was too dark to see.

“I’d fight like hell. But I don’t want to hurt you,” she snarled.

“Is that right?” I asked. “You want to try?”

That must’ve been the switch that needed flipping, because suddenly she was coming at me with all that she had.

She punched, kicked, and fought as best as she could, but in the end, I took her down to the ground in the thick grass, wedged myself between her kicking legs, and pressed my very hard cock against her core.

She stilled, and I had a feeling that she was about to admit defeat.

But, because I liked the game we were playing, I pushed farther into her and whispered, “That all you got? You just gonna give it to me without a fight?” I pulled back and bit her lip, causing her to gasp. “Seems pretty weak to me.”

She cried out and started fighting, punching, kicking and biting.

The feel of her teeth sinking into the meat of my bicep had me pressing farther into her.

Both of our anger and frustration poured into this one, single moment in time.

I’m not sure when the fighting turned into the kissing.

Or when the pushing turned into moving closer.

But at some point it did.

I forced her mouth away from my arm, and I slammed my lips down onto hers.

“Tell me you want this,” I panted when I pulled away.

She seethed. “Fuck you.”

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