Maisie
(Trigger warning: Almost-rape situation)
Kisten grabbed me from behind and slammed me down onto my stomach in the dirt. His massive body came down on top of me, crushing me into the ground. One huge hand pinned my wrists above my head while the other yanked my hips up, forcing me onto my knees in a mounting position.
Horror flooded me.
"No!" I thrashed wildly.
I twisted, cracking my wrists in a bid to throw dirt and sand into his eyes. He snarled but didn't stop. I clawed backward, raking my nails across his face, aiming for his eyes. I bit the hand that caught my wrists again, hard enough to draw blood.
Kisten growled, but it was a more husky than angry sound. I felt him thick and heavy, pressed against my entrance through my jeans.
"No!" I cried, pushing, fighting.
"Fight me," he panted, voice thick with lust. "It only makes me want to rut you harder."
