Page 58 of Resisting Mr. Granville

He squeezes my tit, leaning close and murmuring in my ear. “What was that?”

“Get your hands off me.”

“Try again,” he says.

I swallow past the lump in my throat, then I say, “Please.”

His voice warms with approval that would remind me of his father, except even his approval carries a tinge of mockery. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He says it like I said the magic word, but he doesn’t stop grinding his cock against me, doesn’t let go of my hair. His other hand slides down to my waist, but he stays close and doesn’t let up one bit.

Since he’s still touching me in so many places he shouldn’t be, I say, “Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted me with Jet.”

“That’s what Jet wants,” he says, his tone level. “Doesn’t seem to be whatyouwant, though.”

“You don’t care what I want,” I mutter resentfully.

“That’s true. But I warned you what would happen if you couldn’t focus on my brother and stay off other Granville dicks, didn’t I? Your wet cunt tells me you haven’t listened. If you’re so determined to be the Granville family bicycle, I guess I’ll take a ride.”

“You’re disgusting.”

He chuckles, his breath hot on my skin as he pulls my hair over one shoulder. He skims the curve of that shoulder with one finger. It catches on the cream-colored crocheted strap of the top his father bought me. He pulls it aside, then shocks me by leaning down and licking my skin. “You’re one to talk, stray. Maybe some of that wetness is from your little jaunt downstairs, but some of it’s for me, too, isn’t it?” Shame sends shivers down my spine as he slips the strap back into place. “Maybe I should fuck you right now. Make you scream. Let my dad hear it and come up to see what a filthy little slut you are.”

It feels like he’s tearing my heart into pieces with his awful words. Bleakness seeps in, filling all the cracks his father’s affection had only moments ago. “I hate you,” I whisper.

He presses his lips against the back of my neck. Gooseflesh erupts as he whispers, “I hate you, too.”

I’m terrified he’s going to rape me right here against the door of his father’s bedroom. I’m not opening this goddamn door, not for anything. I won’t let him invade the space that’s mine and Milo’s. I won’t let him poison the only good thing in my life just for fucking kicks.

I make up my mind to be silent if he does. I’ve endured dark shit before. I can make it through that. He can’t tell his dad. Maybe he’s using that threat to hold over my head, but is he really depraved enough to tell his father something likethat? It’s hardly a fucking brag.

He’s a monster, but not my first monster.

I’ll be fine.

I just have to remove myself from this moment, that’s all. Just… remove myself, and hope everything will be all right.

He’s still pressed against my back like he was, but I’ve gone silent. No more asking him to leave me alone, no more biting jabs.

Maybe he feels like he’s intimidated me enough for one night, or maybe he’s just bored.

Whatever the reason, he takes a step back.

I can scarcely breathe. I don’t move.

“Sleep tight, stray. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Relief expands inside me as I suck in breath after breath, stunned by my turn of luck.

I really thought…

I shake it off. It doesn’t matter what I thought. He’s gone now.

Isn’t he?

I glance back over my shoulder and see he really is walking down the hall toward his room. He’s far enough away that I quickly open Milo’s bedroom door and slip inside, then I turn the lock and take a step away, watching the door to make sure he doesn’t come back.

A few moments pass and nothing bad happens.

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