Page 15 of Forbidden Property
“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, Geralynn,” I whisper. “I’m going to give you a baby that will change your fucking life and bind you to me…forever.”
Chapter Eight
Geralynn
It’s dark and an enormous body pins me to the bed. Pain between my legs sears through me almost as immediately as I gain consciousness. I cry out and my head flops back against the pillow. The body pinning me to the bed doesn’t move. The darkness fades and yields to something far more horrifying – reality.
I’m in a bed that smells like heavy cedar notes with top notes of bergamot and citrus. Expensive men’s cologne wafts around me and emanates from the sheets my body sinks into. The scent warms my chest at first but as the darkness fades, the familiarity feels more concerning than comforting.
The weight on top of me won’t move and I grunt, shoving hard against what now feels like a warm chest with an intense but slow heartbeat. The chest doesn’t budge. I move my hips in an effort to weaponize the strongest part of my body against the enormous force pushing me into the bed.
My thighs do some work to move the object laying on top of me in this dark, heavily man-scented bedroom. This is obviously a man lying on top of me, but I don’t know who it is because the last thing I remember was having a drink with Nicki in herkitchen. I peel my thighs apart to push the figure off me and become painfully aware of my naked lower half.
Dried fluid on my inner thighs and a soaked pair of lower lips draw my attention to my half-clothed situation. A lump forms in my throat. What? Seriously, what the hell happened?
“Nicki?” I whisper, concerned that she might be somewhere in the room with me. We could have gone out to one of those sketchy Italian-owned nightclubs that Nicki enjoys so much. No response from anyone, but I can hear my own breathing getting louder as my nudity and wakefulness coincide.
The more I try to kick against the enormous form pressing me into the bed, the more painfully aware I become of the wetness seeping out of me. It’s not just that, I’m feeling around at the thick forms of muscle and skin lying on top of me. If I didn’t know better, I would think this enormous creature has three legs. I groan, forcing out another desperate effort to push whoever or whatever this is off of me. Whatever?
He’s as hairy as a werewolf. For all I know, this might be a part wolf beast. I grunt and shove at the chest again.
The “third leg” throbs against my thigh and I gain enough awareness to accept that this is a grown man and he might have a “big one” but he doesn’t have a third leg. Did this man attack me? The panicked thought enters my head, followed by a realization that the pressing awareness between my legs might be evidence of an attack.
My panic isn’t emotional. The physical surges drive me to defy any realistic self-preservation and I just want to fight this hunk of muscle lying on top of me, even if he smells faintly of Dior Sauvage. My pushing now includes scratching and grunting that pushes at the ceiling of yelling out.
“GET OFF ME.”
The words finally pump out of my lungs once I get enough oxygen to truly scream. The hulk on top of me emits his firstsound of the morning and it isn’t a regretful groan or a horrifying snicker. He farts. To add to the humiliation of crushing me to the bed, the giant subduing me against his mattress just engulfed me in a toxic cloud of poisonous gas.
I cough as I fight against him harder, my desperation to escape reaching epic proportions.I’ll cut his dick off for hurting me.The thought of revenge and causing some pain in return motivates me enough that I grunt furiously and shove against him to earn my freedom. I can’t move my neck as this man drapes over me like a human comforter, so there’s no clue about his identity that I could possibly use for identity confirmation in a room this dark.
The pain between my legs grows more intense and difficult to deal with as I fight him and there’s a dull throbbing against my… asshole.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream. “FUCK YOU…”
My fist hits something that cracks loudly and premature euphoria hits me hard. I hit him. I fucking hit him.I’m getting out of here.
“What?” he groans. The word comes out of his mouth with genuine confusion, but I finally have the identity confirmation I wanted so badly and now I regret putting myself in this position at all.
No.
It can’t be him.
My worst enemy can’t be the one pinning me to the bed.
He can’t feel this warm… this deliciously warm without my clothes on…
Renzo Taviani. I’m in bed with Renzo Taviani.
If I thought I was panicked before, what happens next scares the crap out of me. I barely feel like I’m in control over my body. Clearly, I wasn’t for a very long time because nothing but the utter loss of control could cause me to climb into bed with this man.
“GET OFF ME!” I scream again, because somehow this colossal idiot missed my shrieking the first time. I fire off my screech in the general direction of his ear, even if I’m pinned to the bed too tightly for my aim to be anywhere near accurate.
The arm inadvertently pinning me to the bed stiffens and the grip becomes more precise. I yelp again and use Renzo’s movement as an opportunity to wriggle free, like a snake sliding out from beneath a rock. It doesn’t work. I feel a pair of meaty hands grasp my waist and as I scream and kick, Renzo pries his body away from mine and gazes down at me with an expression of utter confusion that quickly changes to horror.
“What the fuck?” he snarls. The large organ between his legs thumps against my thighs despite his genuine horror. His hand rushes to my neck, one remaining on my waist to pin me in place and ensure I have zero chance at escape. The hand around my neck squeezes, pinning me to the bed as Renzo blinks himself awake, his lids moving slowly across his swamp-colored eyes. He moves and even blinks like a predator.
My body freezes in his grasp, like I’m his little mouse. Renzo’s fingers tighten around my neck and that horrified expression turns into a widened smile now that he has me under his complete control.
