Page 129 of Five Days to Be Mine

So many voices crowding my head, all the comments people made about my weight swirling through.

You’re too fat to do that. My ex boyfriend’s voice.

You’re too fat to make anything of yourself.

My father’s voice.

I kick furiously, my shoe comes off and I throw the other one behind me and run.

My breath is coming in short gaspy pants, adrenaline is firing through my veins and even though tears are streaking down my face, this feels good.

With a surge of adrenaline, I run, kicking an object that hits my foot.

But he was always going to catch me.

I scream as his hands come around my waist and push at him.

“I got you, princess.”

“No you don’t!” I throw an elbow, connect with his shoulder and break free again, a laugh breaking out through my fury of adrenaline.

“Damn, woman!” Evan cries.

I’m panting, breathing heavily, but I run to the edge of the mat, thinking I've outpaced him. When he grabs me around the legs, pulls me down to the mat.

He’s on top of me, pinning my hands.

But I don't let him.

I twist under him, trying to get him off of me. I stop myself from scratching him, but using my knuckles, I try to get under his hold.

“You’re mine and you're not going anywhere.” Evan’s breathing is hard too, and it makes me smile.

I keep turning and twisting, using my body to make this hard for him.

He leans forward to my shoulder and bites me.

“Ouch!”

It hurts, but combined with the adrenaline flowing through me, it arrows right to my pussy and I know I am soaked between my legs.

Using all my strength, I lean forward, get one hand out of his hold and head butt him in the chest.

He flies back, “Hey! That’s it, princess, no more being nice about this.”

I giggle as he wraps a leg around me, lets go of my wrist. He grabs the waistband of my skirt, trying to rip it off.

I’m covered in sweat, adrenaline heating my blood, but I don't care.

I grapple, kicking and twisting under him.

“Nope, I caught you.”

My skirt is off of me and then he shoves aside my panties, shoving two fingers into my pussy.

“Drenched in zero point five seconds.”

I flop down to the mat, loving how harsh his touch is, how he rips off my panties, and I grind against his hand, wanting more, needing him to claim me.

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