“Oh yes, baby,” he growls, swinging our bodies towards the wall. I grunt from the impact, leaning my back against the wall and using it as leverage to kick against the bastard of a man. “Let me go, you fucking creepy-ass fuck—” “Keep talking and you’ll just make it worse.” I screech, out of breath and growing weaker, as he pins my flailing body against the wall. “We had a deal, did we not?” A tear spills over my lid. And then another and another until I’m on the verge of sobbing. “Don’t cry, little mouse,” he coos. “It’s going to get so much worse.” His breath skates over my cheek as he presses himself deeper into my body. He’s so much bigger, his body enveloping me until all I can see, feel, and smell is him. Warmth, leather, that unique scent that belongs to only him, and his blackclad body surrounding me. “T like you scared,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine. “I like you begging and pleading. Crying out for God to save you.” I feel the touch of his hand on my face, and I flinch away. His fingers lightly trace over my cheekbone to my hair, tucking the loose strands behind my ear. “I like you trembling beneath my touch, uncontrollably.” “You're sick,” I snap, doing just that. I’m shaking from head to toe, and I can’t seem to stop it. “You think you’re only going to beg because you’re fighting for your life, but that’s where you’re wrong. The only way I'll be sending you to heaven is with my cock.” He grunts out a deep laugh. “And definitely my tongue and fingers, too.” “That will never happen,” I hiss, glaring at him with all my might. Or at least I think I am. His eyes are shadowed by the dim light radiating from the sconces. It feels almost like being far-sighted. Your face is so close to something, but clarity evades you. The shadows are a part of him. He carries them with him. “It’s time to punish you, and I’ve thought of the many ways I could do this,” he says, ignoring my jab. It only infuriates me more that he finds my lack of consent is SO inconsequential. So... worthless. “ll be nice this time.” I open my mouth, but he cuts me off with a deep growl of warning, “But only if you are too, Adeline.” The click of my teeth snapping together is audible, pulling another grunt of amusement from him. My pride takes a hit, and I want to knee him in the balls for it, but I couldn’t lift my leg an inch if I tried. “What are you going to do?” I choke out, the stutter of my words in syne with the beat of my heart.