Page 88 of Resistant

I blink, looking at him. My hands shake as I clasp the hem of my t-shirt.

“I very much like this look on you Brynn, but I prefer you wear one of my shirts. I’ll have several brought to your room. Remember ma lagniappe, you belong to me now. If you are going to wear men’s clothes, it will be my scent clinging to your skin.”

I rip the shirt off hurriedly and slam the new t-shirt over my head pulling it down to cover my naked ass.

Knox smirks at me.

“Have a seat, Brynn.”

He sits in the only chair, so I sit on the bed across from him.

“This is your bedroom?”

“Yes. You didn’t know I was next door to you, did you?”

I shake my head.

“I lay awake most nights fantasizing about what you are thinking, what you are doing, if you touch yourself on the other side of the wall.”

I stiffen, feeling awkward sitting on his bed and move to stand. He blocks my movement, backing me into the bed and leaning over me with his fists on either side of my face.

“Now that I have you in my bed, it’s likely I won’t let you leave it until I’m satisfied. I’ve been patient Brynn. I see the way you look at me.”

A shiver runs down my spine. It doesn’t matter how good looking he is, I’ll never willingly surrender myself to him. He leers at me, a predatory smile slowly spreading across his lips, and I close my eyes.

“You don’t get to look away, Brynn. I’m not letting you out of this room, figuratively or literally.”

I take a few deep breaths and open my eyes. Whatever he sees in them, he seems satisfied. He grasps my chin and plants a small soft kiss on my closed lips.

“No.” I whisper.

He stands holding me still with his stare. I feel like an animal caught in a trap. My heart beats wildly in my chest. He reaches for the collar of my t-shirt and rips it down the front.

“I’ll get you another ma lagniappe.” He murmurs.

He grabs my hair and forces me to my knees and loosens his pants with the other hand.

“Open.”

I look at him. I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves, so I obey. I stare into his eyes while he uses my mouth. If he’s going to force me then he’ll have to see the contempt in my eyes.

He fucks the back of my throat, and his eyes soften. His movements become gentle, and he releases the angry grip he has on my hair.

His lips part as he stares down at me, the urgency leaving all of his movements. His eyes close and he throws his head back and I swallow him down dutifully.

He picks me up and tucks me in the bed beside him breathing heavily and petting my hair.

I struggle to keep the tears from falling down my face, that will only turn him on more. My mind screams at me, I realize that nice Knox is gone, and the sexual predator is back, and he’s not leaving anytime soon.

My mornings are spent quietly at Knox’s side while he eats his breakfast and reads the paper. I sit silently next to him trying to read the articles closest to my face.

I’ve learned that the Resistance is still out there, working to disrupt the current power system. The paper calls them terrorists, and the government is developing a task force to deal solely with them.

Knox keeps me by his side every night now. I haven’t slept in my room in weeks, but thankfully he hasn’t forced me to have sex with him.

He’s working to break me more before he attempts it, to gain some semblance of acceptance from me. I’m still fighting him in my own quiet way.

I’ve withdrawn and live in my head more often than not, and I speak rarely. I lived this way for years before Declan, and I find it easy to slip back into the same habits from the Mercantile.

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