I still, huffing and puffing against the tape. My hair is in disarray, with several tendrils scattered across my face and constricting my view of him. Not that I particularly want to see his face anyways. It’s a goddamn weapon. Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of my face, tenderness in his touch. “Fascinating that you have yet to learn, I always follow through with my threats,” he whispers. “Fuck. Off!” I shout, enunciating my words as clearly as possible beneath the tape. They’re muffled, but he heard what I said loud and clear anyway. He grabs my face in his hand roughly and brings his face down into mine. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over me. “Keep pissing me off, Adeline. I do enjoy hurting you. It’s music to my ears when I hear you cry.” I struggle against him, muffled curse words spilling from my taped mouth. Another chuckle reaches my ears. “You’ve been a very bad girl, little mouse,” he drawls, his deep tenor vibrating through his throat. “And I do enjoy showing you what happens to bad girls.” Sweat pricks at my hairline and trails down my back. I’m still panicking— absolutely shaking with fear. But I have no idea how the hell I’m going to get away from him. Tears prick at my eyes when I realize that I can’t. His words from before filter through the panic. You can t escape me. His calloused fingers lift up my t-shirt, exposing my black lace panties and flat stomach. I can’t see them, but I feel his eyes devouring me. He continues to lift the shirt until my breasts are bared to him. I hear a sharp intake of breath, revealing his desire. My nipples are tightened into hard peaks. But the asshole is cracked if he thinks it’s because of him. “You are absolutely exquisite,’ he breathes, his hands trailing across my stomach reverently. Over the fading marks, he forced on me four nights ago. “Fuck. Off,” I growl again. “Don’t mind if I do,” he tells me, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation. My eyes round when his fingers skim beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing my sensitive skin and warning me of his intentions. I suppress the shiver, determined to maintain my dignity, even as he pulls them down to my knees in one move. My fight renews, kicking at him harshly and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves up my leg. It stuns me long enough for him to slip my underwear the rest of the way down my legs. Instead of discarding my underwear, he bundles them in a ball and slides