“You little bitch.” He shook her again before lowering her so that her toes brushed the floor. His hand loosened a bit, allowing her oxygen, but he didn’t release her as he thrust her before him. Her toes skimmed the hardwood floor as he shoved her into the bathroom.
Mia tried to kick him when he lifted her into the shower stall but missed. With another curse, he tossed her none too gently against the marble wall. She cried out with pain at the impact and didn’t have a chance to reorient herself before water rained down on her. She was vaguely aware of Shane pressing buttons on a panel just outside the shower before steam and jets of water obscured her vision.
She pushed wet strands of hair off her face and squinted to see her tormentor. Mia whimpered at the sight of him unbuttoning the purple silk shirt he’d worn. His pants joined the garment a moment later, and she turned her head, driven to search for a weapon and to avoid the sight of his body.
What she had glimpsed told her he was powerfully built, with thick arms, a narrow waist, and a flat stomach, including the requisite six-pack men like that always seemed to have. A jolt of attraction shot through her, and she resisted that reaction. In an attempt to clear her vision, she shook her head and fumbled on the shelf behind her, wanting to laugh and cry simultaneously when her frantic searching yielded a bottle of conditioner and a bar of soap that smelled like oranges in the steam.
He moved with deliberate intent, and she could no longer avoid looking at him when he entered the shower. Unlike her, he was fully undressed, and she pressed her back against the wall as he neared. She hated the sparks of desire shooting through her that were almost as powerful as her fear. Tears welled in her eyes and she let them fall, knowing the shower stream would hide them; otherwise, she wouldn’t allow the weakness.
“Take off your dress.”
Mia shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself as though she could meld the material to her body by sheer force of will. “Stay away from me.”
His stalking pace didn’t increase, but he made it clear he wouldn’t be deterred as he closed the distance between them. She flinched when he slapped his palms against the wall on either side of her head but didn’t look away from his hot gaze. Her breathing picked up and she told herself it was fear, not arousal—but she couldn’t deny the hardening of her nipples.
Furious at herself, Mia lifted her knee and viciously aimed for his testicles.
He actually laughed as he blocked the motion with one of his powerful thighs. “You’re like a wet kitten, baby. All claws and wet fur. You just need some petting.”
“Fuck you.” Mia pressed her hands against his chest as he swallowed the last of the space between them. Her hands tingled at the contact with his skin, and she hated that her body could react completely opposite to her brain.
“Certainly.” He brushed his lips against her cheek. “Do you want to take off the dress, or should I tear it off you?”
She refused to answer, still fighting when he grabbed her, holding her securely with one arm and his legs as he stripped the sodden garment from her body. She was angry when the garment tore, but a tingle of excitement made her pussy contract. Mia screamed her outrage when he ripped off her bra, but she couldn’t deny that her nipples were hard little nubs.
“What a nice surprise. I thought you had little breasts, but these are more than a handful.” He grasped one and rubbed her nipple as he spoke.
Mia gasped, leaning into him for a moment, feeling things she’d never felt before. But then she pushed aside the physical reaction to renew her attempts at escape as he tugged at her underwear. “No. Let go of me, you bastard.”
Hitting out blindly, the back of her hand connected with the sharp angle of his cheekbone, and they both grunted with pain. She hit him again in almost the same spot before he grasped her hair and pulled her head back. Mia shivered at the rage and lust in his expression. Terrified, she slumped to the floor of the shower.
Shane was on her in seconds, pushing her onto all fours and pulling off her panties. His hands were rough in her hair when he yanked the pins free, spilling the dark mass around both of them. When he had her pushed so tightly against the marble floor, caressing her hip, she found herself pressing against him, rather than away. Damn her body and the dark thrill his dominance sent through her.
She wanted him.
When he inserted his hand between her thighs to shove them open, all she could do was moan. She knew she should push him away, shouldn’t want this, but she did. And she hated herself—and him—for it.
“Yes, baby.” His fingers slipped into her tight flesh. “You need to learn who is in charge.” Despite his stern words, his fingers were gentle as they stroked her, circling her clit and making her slippery with arousal.
In an effort to flee her reaction as much as what he was doing, Mia tried to crawl forward when he pressed his body close to hers, crying out when the head of his erection poked her buttocks, then gasped as two of his fingers thrust inside her. He thrust over and over and soon, she was panting.
His fingers moved out and the head of his cock slipped into her folds. He held her against him as he continued to stroke her clit. “You are mine, and the sooner you accept that, the better this will be for you.”
His touch felt so good and her resistance was melting away. She couldn’t help the impulse to arch backward, bringing his cock more fully inside her. Even slick from his attentions, Mia cried out when he penetrated her. It was a mingled sound of protest that he could reduce her to this, along with a dash of pain for her lost virginity.
She couldn’t move with his arms wrapped around her and keeping her where he wanted her, so she focused on rejecting the need to orgasm. Mia pressed her palms into the tile beneath her, trying to ignore the way he deliberately positioned himself to drag the head of his cock against her sensitive G-spot with each thrust. It took all her strength to stave off a climax, and she sagged with relief when he came inside her with a splash of hot seed. She had resisted coming, a humiliation she couldn’t bear.
After he pulled out, Shane lifted her effortlessly to sit on the marble. Mia didn’t look at him, and she didn’t fight as he washed her hair and lathered her with the sweet-smelling bar of soap. She hated the tender touch and how it made her feel vulnerable. She should still be fighting the man who had abducted her, not savoring the hollow victory of barely resisting an orgasm and then allowing him to wash her hair.
Finally, the water shut off, but she didn’t move. Mia heard him grunt with annoyance as he lifted her to her feet and carried her out of the shower. The bathmat was thick under her bare feet, and she concentrated on the sensation in an attempt to block out the way he was drying her body with a soft towel.
She shuddered when he rubbed the white towel between her legs, abrading the sore flesh, but still didn’t look at him. Mia couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, either. She just wanted this to be over.
Shane made a strange sound and thrust the towel toward her face. “Were you a virgin?”
Mia stared at the splotch of blood on the towel and nodded dully. She hadn’t met anyone she wanted to share her body with.
Looking down at him as he slowly dried her legs, his tenderness only provoked her anger—both at him and herself. Before she could think better of it, she hit him as hard as she could. Pain exploded through her hand, but she ignored that as he sprawled backward on his ass, looking surprised and perhaps pained from the hit. Mia made a run for the doorway, but barely got a couple of feet before he grabbed her ankle and jerked her into his arms. Her elbow hit the floor hard and tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away.
