Page 66 of Nightmare

“Do you know how bad I want you, Liv?” He crawls on top of me on the bed, shoving one leg in between mine and spreading my thighs, then presses his erection into the spot between my legs.

My back arches up and he captures my mouth in a kiss, severing them apart and plunging his tongue in my mouth.

We wrestle with our tongues for a while, then he leans up and rips my dress open. I’m not wearing a bra, so my breasts are exposed to the cool air making a shiver run through my body.

I let out a yelp, “B, do you have any fucking clue how much this dress cost me? It’s fucking Versace!”

His head travels down my chest, he captures a nipple in his mouth and clamps down, sucking and licking.

He releases it with a pop and looks up at me with evil eyes, “Shut up.”

Heat floods my body, and not the good kind. I have no clue why he’s acting like this, but it’s definitely not the way to get into my panties.

“What is wrong with y-” My words are cut off by his large hand clamping down over my throat, I let out a gurgle and he smiles even bigger down at me.

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?” He runs his free hand down my chest and rips open the rest of my dress, exposing my white lace panties.

I push at his shoulders to try and get him to release his grip on my throat so I can refill my lungs with oxygen.

His grip loosens and he slides down my body, grabbing at my flesh hard enough to bruise, yanking my panties down my legs.

I kick my legs up and try to toss him from me, “Brody, what the actualfuckare you doing right now? Could you go a little slower?”

He grabs my wrists together, holding them down on my stomach as his other hand caresses my thighs and hips.

He looks up at me through his thick eyelashes, his brown eyes now completely black, smirking in a way that makes the air get caught in my throat, “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t like it rough?”

I don’t even recognize the person staring up at me, pinning my naked body down into a hotel bed. Where’s the Brody that talked to me all night at the beach, or took me out to romantic dinners, or kissed me sweetly in the hallways at school?

Tears cloud my vision when his face slips in between my legs, swiping his nose along my slit, and taking a big deep breath in. I buck up to try to get him off and attempt to squeeze my thighs together, but he pries them back apart and sticks his tongue inside me, moving in and out until he’s had his fill.

“I’ve waited months to fuck this pussy, Liv. Do you have any idea what that’s been like for me?” He repeats the same thrusting motion with his tongue and then looks back up at me, “If I had known you were a fucking tease when I met you, I wouldn’t have asked you out.”

Tears have spilled over my eyes, sliding down my cheeks as I continue my efforts to try to shake him off.

“Please.”

His grip on my wrists disappears as he slides back up my body. His mouth lands in my neck when he calmly mutters, “I’m going to get up and get something. Move and I’ll hit you so hard you’ll see stars for a week.”

He plants a kiss on my neck as he slides off my body.

Too scared to move, I stare at him through the tears clouding my eyes as he walks across the room, bends to pick up his discarded tie off the floor then turns back towards me.

His hand reaches out, grabbing my throat again then he lifts me, flipping me over so I’m flat on my belly on the bed. He pins my wrists together behind my back, then starts to tie them together with his tie.

“NO!” I shake my entire body in an effort to get him off of me, my worst fear being realized as I picture him actually fucking me against my will.

His hand claps down so hard on my ass that I’m sure it’ll be black and blue in the morning, “SHUT. UP. OLIVIA.”

He finishes tying my hands together behind my back then I hear him start to undo his belt.

Silent sobs shake my body, I can feel snot running out of my nose, so I turn so my face is buried in the lush down comforter of the bed and let out a muffled scream.

I hear his zipper slide down, then the rustling of his pants as he takes them off. He lands another hard smack to my ass, yelling for me to shut up again.

My heart is racing, my blood pumping so fast I feel like I’m going to pass out. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to wake myself up from this nightmare but when I crack them open again, I’m still staring into the comforter on the bed.

This can’t be happening.

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