Page 51 of Perfect
Theo looks amused. “Uh-huh.” His smile fades, and his brows knit together as he considers me momentarily. “Alex, do you honestly think I raped you?”
“You fuckingdid,” I snap. His eyes narrow at me before the tension bleeds out from his shoulders.
“Jesus, Alex, come on,” he says, rolling his eyes before looking back at me with interest. “Would you have liked it if I had? Is that why you’re pushing this?”
“What? No, you fuckingfreak.” He watches me closely when I speak and his eyes widen, his lips quirking at the corners in amusement.
“Okay,got it. I don’t think I’m into that, but I’m happy to accommodate you,” he says as he turns back towards the stove.
What the fuck is he talking about?
We’re silent as he finishes cooking and washes his hands, leaning against the sink and staring at me contemplatively as he dries his hands.
“Dinner’s going to take a while. Why don’t we go hang out in the living room?” The wine swims through my head, and the first thing I think pops out of my mouth.
“Oh, are you going to rape methere?”
He looks surprised. “Sweetie, do you want to do thisright now? We can watch TV or something.” I cross my arms and glare at him, feeling the full force of the bottle of wine washing over me.
“It’s not likeIget to choose,right?” Theo grimaces slightly before shrugging.
“Whatever you want, Alex.” He’s across the kitchen in a few long strides, grabbing my arm hard and pulling me down the hall to the living room. Panic starts to cut through my drunken haze, and I try to pull away from him, but he’s much stronger than I am. He yanks me close, looming over me and pulling my arms behind my back, both my wrists gripped in one of his hands. I struggle to get my breathing under control as he undoes his belt with one hand and pulls it off quickly. I flinch when it makes a snapping sound, panic making my body lock up and I slam my eyes shut.
Did I seriously fucking push him to do this?
“Stop,” I plead, but he doesn’t listen to me as he grabs me, spinning me around and shoving me forward across the arm of the couch. He ties my wrists with the belt, cinching it so tightly that the leather bites into my skin. I whimper in pain as he fists my hair in his hand and pulls my head back, my back arching towards him.
“Theo, please.” He shoves the skirt of my dress up and pushes my thong to the side, and he laughs a little as he slips two fingers inside of me easily. My face flushes. I don’t understand why I’m so wet. His fingers slide out of me, and I shake my head as I hear him undoing his pants.
“Please stop,” I beg, and he releases my hair, his arm slipping across my throat and pulling me back into him as he shoves inside of me, bottoming out in one rough thrust. I scream, trying to struggle but unable to move as he starts thrusting, choking me slightly with the crook of his elbow as he grips my ass with his other hand.
“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” he growls into my ear as he thrusts into me mercilessly. I gasp as a rush of heat floods down my spine, and I bite back a moan as his hand slips up my body to cup my breast.
What is happening? I don’t understand why this feels so good. Do Ilikethis? Why the fuck would I like this? What is wrong with me? I start to cry, confused and terrified and unwillingly turned on.
“You look so pretty when you cry for me,” he whispers. I shut my eyes against his voice and the feel of him. I can’t be into this. I can’t like feeling overpowered like this. I can’t like the way my body feels. I can’t enjoy the sounds he’s making. This is so fucked up.
I panic as my leg starts to tense up and the heat in my spine builds.
“See? You fucking want it, you little liar.” There’s no way this is happening. There’s no way I like this. I’m not about to let myself come from getting raped.
“Stop!Stop! Pleasestop,please,” I sob, andTheo freezes. His hand comes to my jaw, tilting my face up and back towards him. I whimper in discomfort. My shoulders hurt from my arms being tied behind me and being pulled backward off the couch by Theo, and looking up at him makes my back bow farther and my shoulders hurt worse. His grip is gentle on my jaw, and his face is concerned as he looks at me.
“Do youactuallywant to stop? I can’t tell,” he says, his voice a low whisper. I’m so shocked that I stop crying, blinking up at him in confusion.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
“Yes,” I whisper. Theo looks at me for a second, his eyes dropping to my lips, and then he grins.
“Right,” he says, drawing out the vowel and rolling his eyes a little before the arm around my throat tightens and the hand on my jaw covers my mouth as he thrusts into me hard. I scream, hearing his soft laugh in my hair. “Shut the fuck up and take it,” he says, his voice low and harsh as he drives into me. My eyes roll back from the sensation and the lack of air as his arm tightens around my throat further, and traitorous heat pools in my core again.
I feel so helpless and overwhelmed that I start to cry again. I don’t want to come for him, don’t want my body to like this, and I start shaking my head as much as I can.
“No, no,no,” I mumble under his hand as the pressure builds in my body until I can’t take it anymore.
“You’re going to come for me,” he whispers, moving his hand off my mouth to start circling my clit hard, “whether you want to or not.” My eyes go wide, and I start unraveling beneath him, the tension in my spine snapping quickly and pleasure flooding my body, whimpers and moans slipping from my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he says under his breath, his hips snapping into me hard. He swears as he comes, the arm around my throat slipping down across my shoulders, his hand gripping my arm hard. My body slumps forward as he finally drops his arm, and I groan from the pain in my upper back and the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out of me.
