Page 16 of Forbidden Pregnancy
I wouldn't be able to hear anything if a bomb went off. Especially not breathing... Breathing. I can feel my own breathing slow and barely capable of sucking air into my lungs without a light whistle. Fighting through the discomfort, I hold my breath in long enough to listen.
There's another person in this room. The heavy object? I resume breathing, desperate for oxygen as the heavy object on top of me moves... proving that it's alive and proving that wherever we are is so... so... cold.
My limbs are completely numb from the weight cutting off blood flow, so even if this is another large human being lying on top of me, the only way I can get them off me is getting the blood flow back to my extremities. I start moving, hoping my mind wakes up with my fingers and toes so I can remember what happened to me.
Focusing my attention on moving my extremities enough to resume proper blood flow gives me a mission to avoid a full blown panic over the situation I'm in.
What the hell happened to me last night? The last thing I remember is my former student CC wrapping her arms around me and catching up with me about... everything.
The whole damn mess I'm in.
Maybe this is one of those "everything happens for a reason" situations and I lost my frozen eggs because I was never meantto be a mother. I was meant to die in the darkness beneath a complete stranger...
Pins and needles in my fingers and toes are so sharp that I almost cry out as I regain the complete range of motion in my arms from the elbow all the way down. The signals from my brain are still delayed, but finally... I send one big command to my hands and feet.
Move!
I shove as hard as possible against the large object pinning me painfully to the bed and... something happens. The object moves. I can't celebrate too soon. Weight shifts off my chest allowing me to breathe for a second before slamming across my neck, smothering me in a patch of... hair?!
Stinky armpit hair. I cry out, screaming in terror and confusion as the armpit moves into my open mouth. I spit and kick again, panic sending a burst of energy to my limbs. Oxygen enters my lungs along with the spicy, unwashed scent of armpit that unfortunately smells... familiar.
Michael Corsini.
The next scream out of my lungs has real force behind it as the truth smacks me across the face like a flat swatter crushing a fly against a granite kitchen countertop.
I'm in bed with Michael Corsini. I'm naked in bed with Michael Corsini. I scream loud enough to wake the dead and immediatelyregret it. My realization hits too late and I wake the beast with my scream.
Now, he really does look like a beast, his ugliness matching every bit of what I saw twelve years ago when he used me for his own gratification and discarded me like I was nothing when I became an inconvenience.
I don't want to wake up anywhere near this man... and now... I have further justification for my concern. He's so brutal and entitled that he drugged me to have his way with me.
Michael shifts his weight off me, rolling onto the other side of what I now realize is a pretty large bed with a firm mattress. He groans as he lies on his back and I scream again before my instincts tell me to fight instead of running away. I hop on top of Michael Corsini and throw the hardest punch I can towards his face.
He throws out a palm to meet my punch and I don’t know why I think I can fool him with an uppercut. He holds both my fists easily in his hands, so what I’ve done is given him complete control over me, while almost straddling him with a knee digging into his abdomen. I’m too vulnerable. Quickly, I try to scramble away from Michael.
But apparently throwing a punch upset him. He twists my arms and quickly flips me over onto my back, ignoring how loudly I’m screaming at him to let go of me. I’m throwing my legs at him as hard as I can, but it feels like kicking a wall and each thrust of my legs against Michael’s body sends pain searing through me.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!” he screams in my face, outraged like a wild boar with an arrow stuck in its ass. I wince and turn my face away from Michael’s as he sprays me with his spit and then moves my thighs apart with his knee to make me even more vulnerable when he pins me to the bed.
“LET ME GO!” I yell at him after a minute or so of wordlessly and fruitlessly struggling against Michael’s grasp, which moves to my wrists so he can pin me to the bed more easily. I can’t breathe. I need him to let go, but I can feel his chest pulsing with rage as the ‘heavy object’ awakens into a raging beast.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarls at me. “It’s bad enough you ruined my life, you’re back again to add to my humiliation by drugging me and doing… whatever the fuck you’ve done…”
Michael’s hand moves roughly between my thighs. I yelp in horror as he slides his finger between my lower lips. We’re both naked, but I definitely didn’t take my clothes off voluntarily.
He growls with outrage. “You made me cum inside you.”
What the fuck!?
“Michael, NO!” I scream, wishing there was more light in the room so I could at least make pleading eye contact with this monster instead of contending with his heavy, six-foot-five inch frame naked in his bed. This can’t be happening to me. Why the hell would Michael think I wanted to drug him?
And if he thinks I drugged him, does that mean he didn’t drug me, or is this just a part of his game? No time to think. His finger parts my lower lips roughly again and I scream as he examines me thoroughly and without a hint of romance or affection. My chest tightens in a painful knot as Michael removes his fingers and rubs his findings off on my thighs.
I shiver and produce an involuntary soft whimper that makes me sound like a dying rabbit. I’m just as vulnerable despite my efforts to punch him in the face. He easily pins me to the bed with one hand while the other searches between my thighs.
“That’s my cum,” Michael growls as he continues rubbing his wet fingers on my leg. “You’re not just wet. You drugged me and tricked me to cum inside you.”
“No!”
