Page 58 of Blood
Falling forward, I claw my fingers into the ground and push myself up, propelling farther along the shore.
I barely have my balance back when a huge body slams into me from behind. The weight and force send us both into the shallow water.
My body splays as we land.
Freezing-cold water surrounds me as his weight pushes me under.
Kaleb yanks me out with a hand gripping the back of my dress. I gasp for air. My hair flies around with the force of being lifted, and the drenched strands whip me in the face, heavy with water.
My body plunges into the water again. The hand on my back holds me down as I fight. I slap the surface of the water, kicking out my legs.
He’s going to kill me!
I manage to make contact and hear him grunt. The hold on me disappears long enough for me to gasp for air. Pushing up with what little strength I have, I run, wading through the water.
Heavy waves push at my side, helping me leave.
With the dock in sight, I give my all.
Changing my direction, I head straight for the shore rather than diagonal. I try to leave the water, but I’m not quick enough.
Kaleb is on me in seconds.
“We aren’t finished,” he hisses in my ear, pulling my head back against his shoulder.
His right hand roams up the front of my body, the soaked dress doing nothing to hide me. It’s practically a second skin at this point.
Kaleb’s fingers are harsh and rough as he squeezes my breast.
My whimper of pain makes him chuckle. The hand in my hair drops to my waist.
He easily lifts me, my back into his chest. I expect him to carry me toward the house, but he doesn’t. Pivoting left, he heads deeper into the freezing-cold lake.
I land with a splash as he throws me into the shoulder-height water. Cold liquid floods my nose and mouth.
My eyes burn. Kaleb’s large, blurry body wades toward me. Half his chest is still out in the night air. His blue shirt is now deep in color and stuck to him like glue.
The coldness zaps my body of all energy, and I begin to sink back below the water. Coughing, I suck in air desperately as I’m pulled to the surface. He moves me as if I weight nothing, positioning me how he wants.
I’m completely at his mercy.
Face down in the water, I struggle to break free.
Strong fingers tug my panties down to mid-thigh. My chest burns, begging for air. My dress is pushed up over my hips.
I open my mouth in a scream as he rams his cock inside me. One harsh thrust and he fills my body—no warning, no foreplay.
That chase was our foreplay, and we both know it.
Kaleb pulls my head above the surface long enough for me to suck in a few breaths. His hips are relentless and brutal in their attack.
I love every bit of it.
My inner muscles squeeze and grip, desperate to keep him inside.
His left hand anchors to my waist, pulling me back against him as hard as he can. His right never leaves my hair.
I’m torn between crying out for him to stop and coming, while he seems torn between fucking me or letting me live.
