Page 48 of Surrender
Fight.
I yelled over and over again in my mind, trying to force something to break free from the strange paralysis I was under.
But there was nothing.
I was trapped inside my body.
The bell above the door jingled as Parker shoved it open, and we spilled out onto the street.
“Oh, Darcy. I hate that I have to do this,” he hissed once we were alone, his sweet and concerned tone changing in an instant. “Maybe it’s my fault for not making things clear from the start. But that’s okay. You’ll learn now, and we’ll try again once you follow the rules.”
No, no, no, no.
I thrashed against him, trying to wrench myself free. But every move I managed to make was barely a twitch or a jerk.
“Stop it!” He snapped, giving me a shove and sending me sprawling onto the sidewalk. Unable to put my hands out, I landed on my arm, the concrete scraping my skin. Blood bloomed in tiny droplets, yet, I still felt nothing.
He crouched down, glancing around before grabbing my face with his hand. His fingers dug at my cheeks as he leaned in with a dark scowl. “Look what you’ve done,” Parker spat, shaking his head and glancing at the damage my collision with the ground had caused. “If you would behave, you wouldn’t get hurt. I don’t want to see you hurt, Darcy.”
He wrapped his other hand around my wrists, yanking hard as he got to his feet and slammed me face-first into the side of his car. I instantly tasted blood in my mouth, but what was worse was when he pressed himself against my back.
Pinning me there.
His hot breath against my neck.
His little dick was hard and pressed against my ass.
He liked this.
It turned him on.
It was fucking sick.
“You think you can humiliate me?” he murmured, his lips tracing my jaw. “You think you can leave me forhim? Well, you’ll change your mind soon enough. We’re going to go on a trip. Justyou and me. Then I can show you how t—”
The pressure against my body vanished.
In a split second, Parker was gone.
I slid down the car, landing hard on the pavement, my head lolling against the hot metal.
The world spun.
A blur of movement and noise.
A scuffle.
Then a voice, low and calm, but furious.
“You walk away, or I break every fucking finger you laid on her.”
Rafe.
The air shifted, suddenly lighter and easier to breathe, though barely.
“You don’t want to do this,” Parker tried to bargain, falling back on what he knew best—deals and manipulation. “You let me walk away with her, and I’ll leave you and your club alone.”
Footsteps thundered closer, and Rafe crouched down beside me, his arms sliding under my back and knees. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, cradling me to his chest.
