Page 63 of Enticed

“Yeah, in a Cosmo in the doctor’s office.”

I giggle loudly as he hovers over me now, tickling me as I fight to breathe.

“Why is that so funny?”

“I just love the image that gives me—you reading a Cosmo around other people.”

“Nonsense. I hid that shit inside of a Men’s Health magazine. I’m not stupid.”

I break out in a fit of laughter as Cooper kisses my neck and down my chest, finding my nipple with his mouth and shutting me up so quickly, I lose count of the orgasms he delivers before we fall asleep in front of the fire, right there on the floor.

But the dream that enters my mind quickly extinguishes the light surrounding our night.

“Anthony, please stop!” I scream, fighting his hold as I shift my body and slide across the desk while he tries to control me. I feel his knee in my back and then a slap across my face from his weapon, the sting of the connection burning into my skin. My eyes shut tightly as I fight off the pain and will my mind to help me escape my circumstances.

“Shut up, Clara! You’re getting what you deserve! You think anything in this line of work comes for free? Or from hard work? Fuck no! You have to take what you want!” He leans over me and places a thumb drive into my computer, the screen lighting up instantly as files start to automatically download. Then his full force is back on me as both of his hands grip my hips, pulling my dress up to expose my bare ass to him.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking this ass, Clara. And your cunt,” I hear Anthony growl as the fuzziness leaves my ears from the hit on my head from his gun. When I finally feel myself coming around again, I realize he’s pushed my dress up over my hips and is peeling my underwear down my legs as the sound of a zipper lowering makes my adrenaline spike even higher.

Intent on not backing down without a fight, I stand up fast, throwing my head backwards, hoping to connect with his head hard enough to break his nose.

“Fucking whore!” He shouts when I feel the contact of our heads hitting and hear the sound of him falling, making my ears ring again, but I don’t stop to feel the pain. The only thing on my mind is getting as far away from him as possible.

I scramble to move around him, but before I can, he grabs my ankle from where he’s lying on the floor, pulling me down so I smack my shoulder on the corner of my desk as I fall.

“Fuck!” I shout, panting and screaming and attempting to crawl away, but it’s a lost cause. I feel his body climb over me as I twist and turn and then the gun finds my temple again.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot you!” He yells in my face, the smell of alcohol on his breath wakes me up from the fuzziness my mind is threatening to pull me under.

“Anthony! Please! You don’t have to do this…” I cry, moisture streaming down my face as I plead for him to have a conscience.

“Shut up,” he growls as he parts my legs and situates himself between them, reaching down again for his zipper… so I scream.

The metal of the gun hits my temple again, and everything goes black. I’m in a dreamlike state, an out-of-body experience—I’m aware of where I’m at and what is happening, but I have no control over my body, no strength left to move.

“Hands in the air!” A loud voice shouts in my office, breaking me out of my unconsciousness. Anthony must have hit me across the face again, knocking me out.

I look up behind me and see an officer—upside down of course—standing with his gun perched in his hands, pointed directly at Anthony straddling me. I swallow hard, realizing I have no idea how long I was out or what happened to me in that time, glancing down noticing Anthony’s pants are unzipped.

Oh, God… please tell me he didn’t…

“Don’t come any closer or she’s dead!” He screams back, pushing the gun even harder into my skull, making the tears fall faster. It’s just right now that I realize I’ve been crying again—for how long I don’t know.

“Put the gun down!” The officer shouts again, and I suddenly realize I know that voice.

“Cooper?” I manage to say, even though the weight of Anthony’s body on mine is restricting my oxygen intake, making it hard to breathe and speak.

He doesn’t acknowledge me, but Anthony looks down at me once more before raising his gun in Cooper’s direction.

Just as I attempt to warn Cooper—as if he isn’t trained for situations exactly like these—I hear a gun fire, and then another shot ring out, and then Cooper’s body falls backwards as Anthony’s collapses on top of me.

“Cooper! Cooper, are you okay?” I scream as several other deputies charge into the office, pushing Anthony’s body from me and trying to help me up. All I can convince my body to do is rush towards Cooper—army crawling across the floor, blood covering my chest and running down my arms, the rough carpet burning against my knees and elbows—but no matter how fast I try to move, I feel like I can’t reach him.

“Cooper!”

“Clara, you need to calm down. Cooper’s been shot. He needs medical attention,” the deep voice of the male deputy in front of me is trying to explain to me what happened as his face swerves in front of mine, blocking my line of sight.

“No! I just found him! He can’t die!” I scream as the deputy holds me back.

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