“Why? Why would he do this?!” I yell, my voice rough and tight. “I love him, Sam! I LOVE HIM! We…we’re going to get married…and have a family! Why? Why would he do this? What’s wrong with me…what’s wrong with me that men treat me like this…like garbage? I know I’m weird…but I’m a good girl! I just want to be loved! That’s all I’ve ever wanted!”
Humming low, he reaches for my face. Holding my cheeks, he pulls me away from his chest to force me to look at him. I try my best to focus my still blurry eyes. He shakes his head before erasing the space between us.
“Nothing is wrong with you, Dolly. You’re absolutely perfect,” he says, before placing a kiss upon my forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”
I stiffen as his lips quickly move from my forehead to my left temple, and then to my cheek. He whispers sweet nothings, his voice becoming louder with every bold kiss. I try to shake my head from his grasp, but he tightens his hold.
“Just let me love you, Dolly. I’ll treat you right, you know I will. I’ll show you…I’ll show you how good I can make you feel. Yeah. I’m going to show you just how fucking good I can make you feel.”
Widening my swollen eyes, I squeal as his broken lips press against mine. The sound is muffled when he slides his tongue into my mouth, swiping it with an urgency that makes me physically cringe in disgust. I am so confused, I have no idea what’s happening. Whatever it is, it’s bad, I can feel it in my gut. I need to get away from him.Now.
Lifting my hands, I slap them on his chest and shove him back with as much force as I can muster. It’s enough to break his hold on my face and to put an end to his unprovoked kiss. No longer having his vile tongue down my throat, I gasp for much needed air before trying to jump from his lap.
“GET OFF ME! WHAT THE FUCK, SAM?!” I scream.
Before I have a chance to create distance, his large hands grab onto my waist. Standing from the couch, he throws me down onto it in a single, smooth motion. I don’t have any time to react; he pounces on top of me before I ever get the chance.
“Ohhh, no! NO! NO, DOLLY!” he yells, finding my thin wrists and slamming them above my head. “NO! NOW STOP!”
Shaking my head, I thrash my body beneath his. He’s far larger and stronger than I could ever be. He’s spent years playingrugby, while I’ve spent years curled up in bed reading. As hard as I fight, I am completely and utterly unmatched.
“STOP, DOLLY! DON’T FIGHT ME!” he barks.
Securing my wrists with one of his giant mitts, he drags the other down my face, over my breast, and along my side. I continue to buck my body, but I barely make it a quarter of an inch off the couch. Pressing me into the shredded cushion with his muscular form, I’m made intimately aware of how futile it is for me to fight.
“SAM! STOP! NO! I DON’T WANT THIS!” I cry again and again. “NO! NO!”
Tilting his head, he looks down at me with an expression that terrifies me to the core. His eyes are cold and devoid of life, they remind me of the empty eyes of a shark. With a demonic smile, his greedy fingers find the hem of Sutton’s shirt. Sliding his unwanted touch under the fabric he latches onto both the waistband of Sutton’s sweatpants, and the pink lace of my panties.
“Yes you do, Dolly…yes you do! Look at you! You’reBEGGINGme. I can feel your hips grinding into mine! God, Dolly…you’re making me so fucking hard,” he growls, pulling down the articles of clothing together simultaneously. “Youwantme to do this. And it’s ok!I swear that this is ok!I’m going to make you feelsogood! I’ll make you forget all about him!”
Freezing from a level of fear I’ve never experiencedbefore, I feel every muscle under my flushed skin grow numb. Panic races through me, running through my veins coated in barbed wire. It takes my brain a second to catch up to my physical awareness, but when it does, I am horror-struck at what it prepares me for.
Dear God, please help me. He’s not going to stop. I’m about to be raped.
CHAPTER twenty-three
sutton
My blood pressure is skyrocketing; something is very wrong. I feel it within the marrow of my bones. I’ve never experienced this type of desperation before in my life. My gut is telling me I need to get to her, that I must protect her. Come hell or high water, that is exactly what I’m going to do.
Clenching my jaw to the point of pain, I listen as my phone tries to connect to Dolly’s through the speakers of my truck. To my dismay, it sends me to her voicemail once again. Hearing her sweet, recorded voice, I slap the ‘end’ button on my steering wheel. Shouting a sharp expletive, I pound my dashboard with my closed fist.
This is the twenty-fifth time I’ve attempted to reach her since leaving my condo. I keep calling and calling, praying she will pick up the Goddamn phone. The only reason why I’m not having a full-blown meltdown right this very second is becauseI’m only a mile away.
I was dumbfounded, and outraged, when I realized she wasn’t where she should have been. I came home early, lollipop ring in hand, fully expecting to find her in bed waiting for me. I can’t tell you the level of panic that gripped me as I searched every nook and cranny of my damn condo. Thank God I turned on ‘location sharing’ on her phone before I left for my “business trip.” I checked it before I took off from San Antonio and she was there, safe and sound at six-thirty. I have no idea what would compel her to go back to her old apartment, but I know whatever it is isn’t good.
Growling low, I yank my steering wheel and turn into Dolly’s apartment complex. Speeding through the packed parking lot, I pay no mind to the young punk giving me the middle finger as I round the corner towards her building. There aren’t any open parking spaces, so I make one for myself. Popping the curb, I park my truck right on the cracked sidewalk. I doubt anyone will care, this is the type of complex where everyone looks the other way. Minus the punk, I guess. But he had a bag of white powder in his hand, I can almost guarantee he won’t say a damn word.
Slapping the ignition button, I jump out of the truck and slam the door behind me. Running full speed to her building, I blow through the unlocked main door. As soon as I step inside, I hear a feminine voice shouting. My heart plummets as my brainregisters the sound of my love screaming“NO!”over and over.
Spanning the space to her apartment door within seconds, I ram my shoulder against the flimsy piece of wood, somehow forcing it open without breaking it in half. As soon as I enter the apartment, I’m met by the terrified voice of my Dolly.
“NO! STOP SAM! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT THIS!”
“DOLLY?!” I yell.
Sprinting towards the living room, I physically bristle. What I stumble upon engulfs me in a primal rage that turns my vision crimson. Sam is on top of her, holding her down with one hand and forcing her naked legs wide with the other. Tears stream down her face, she’s screaming and pleading for him to stop. Her expression is seized in hopelessness as the son-of-a-bitch tries to guide his cock inside her.
