CHAPTER NINETEEN: WINTER
Themomentmydoor creaks open, I know things are going to change.
My heart threatens to jump out of my chest and my head spins but I will myself to calm down, will myself to take control of this situation. I know what I need to do, and I know that I can’t prolong it or show the dilemma I feel inside.
“Little Mouse,” his voice is just above a whisper, but the threat in it is clear. “I told you I’d come back for you soon.”
And you promised to destroy me, but I won’t let you.
I gulp, lifting my eyes to look at Maximo. His tall frame casts shadows as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. The moonlight illuminates him, accenting the cruel features of his face.
“You don’t look scared enough,” he muses, stepping in close and peering down at me.
His hand locks under my chin, pushing it up until I'm forced to stare at him. His eyes search my face and I’m not sure what he finds, but a wicked grin curves his lips. “Have you already resigned yourself to your fate, Mouse? I expected a little more fight from you.”
I slap his hand away from my face, rising to my feet. He has a serious height advantage, but I try to make up for it by keeping a tight, hard posture as I stare up at him.
“I hate you,” I whisper softly. “But I won’t let you destroy me. You can’t take what I give you.”
He pauses and there’s a slight jump in his jaw before he shakes his head. “The things I want, you’ll never give me willingly, Mouse,” he says. This time his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tightly as he watches me.
I try to remain unmoved but as the breath is cut off from my lungs, I can’t help but take a sharp breath and the second I do, his lips crash against mine.
I gasp, his hard lips touching mine as my legs go wobbly beneath me. He tightens his grip on my throat before releasing as he pushes me down to my bed. I gasp, leaning back on my elbows as I stare up at him.
“I’m going to take,” he says slowly, pushing a hand along my leg and up my thigh before pushing it open. “And take,” He forces the other leg down until they’re both wide open. My nightgown spills down to my thighs, exposing me. Cold air brushes against my underwear.
Maximo moves closer, holding my legs down until I can feel a light strain in them. “You may think you can manipulate this situation, make yourself think you want it, but I promise once I’m done, you won’t,” he says.
He lets go of one of my legs and I wince as it pops up, pain moving through it. He trails a finger along my panties and pauses, his eyes meeting mine. “Or maybe you’ll deceive me, Mouse, seeing as you’re already wet, yet I’ve barely touched you,” he says, a wicked grin on his lips.
I don’t deny his words, feeling the warm wetness sliding down my legs.
I’m turned on.
As much as I hate it, hate myself for it, because how can I be turned on with the way Maximo has treated me. The things he’s done to my body without my consent, the things he’s doing now.
His fingers slide through my wetness and my body jerks, my thoughts gone. I arch into the touch, my tongue darting out to touch my lips as a moan passes between them.
Maximo’s eyes are on fire, and he leans closer until I feel his tongue trailing up my neck.
I’m burning up as my breaths shorten and I twist away from him. He presses further against me until I can’t move, his body hard and warm.
His eyes dance over my face and a grin splits his lips. “Oh, Mouse,” is the only warning I get before he leans down, biting my neck. Hard.
I squeal, the pain shooting across my skin. I try to pull away, some of my resolve and confidence slipping. Maximo doesn’t let it deter him, his tongue sweeping across the spot he just bit. It soothes the pain, easing into a pleasure that gets me wetter.
Maximo pulls away and I stare up at him as he pushes his hands beneath my night shirt. The cool air sweeps across my skin and I shiver. Maximo doesn’t give me time to adjust to the air before he’s pulling my nipple into his mouth. He sucks the nub and I moan, arching up my hips, needing some sort of friction to help with the arousal.
Maximo gives a haughty laugh against my skin before his teeth clamp down on my nipple and I let out a scream. It hurts, there’s no pleasure that joins the pain, and he knows it as he smiles at me before diving forward to bite me again.
“I told you, Mouse,” he says as he lets go of my aching nipple. “You’re not ready.”
I lift my chin, meeting his eyes in defiance. It hurts, but I don’t care, I won’t let him see me shrinking away from him. And I’m going to enjoy this if I don’t do anything else. I won’t let him take another broken orgasm and tears from me.
He pulls my shirt up over my head and up my arms. But he doesn’t remove it, and I jerk as the shirt pulls tight across my wrists. I try to pull away when I realize what he’s doing, but I’m too late as he twists the shirt around my wrists before pulling it tight and tying a knot into it. My arms are completely restrained now, and my heart beats a little quicker in panic.
“Just what I want to see,” Maximo says, climbing off the bed.