EMILY
AN ARM SNAKES around my waist, dragging me back with brutal precision. I yelp as my feet leave the ground. My body hits his hard body as his hand locks around my stomach, holding me immovable against him.
Teeth scrape my shoulder as I thrash against him. His tongue soothes the sting.
Even as I struggle, I'm more turned on than I've ever been.
He remembers my fantasy. The one I whispered to him in secret. That I wanted to resist… and for him to take me anyway.
He lifts me like it's nothing to him, even though I'm kicking and writhing the whole way.
"You have no right," I hiss. I jerk against him as he strides back towards the bed. "I'm not your servile… little… fucktoy."
He tosses me back on the bed, and instantly he's right there, maneuvering me exactly where he wants me.
This time, he presses me against the headboard.
