Page 42 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“No!” I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat and echoing in the small space. “Let go! Don’t touch me!”

He tightly wrapped his arms around my waist, leaving my hands free. I reached over my shoulder, clawing at his face, but no matter how hard I tried, my fingers found no purchase. Pushing off from the ground, I tried to dead weight, and bring us both to the ground, but he stood strong. The bottoms of my bare feet found the edge of the dresser and I kicked off, hard. If I sent both of us crashing through the window, so be it. I’d rather be dead than endure whatever his psycho had in store for me.

Instead, he stumbled and fell backward, landing us both on the bed, but still, he held on. I screamed again, this time an ear-piercing shriek that set my ears to ringing. I sucked in a deep, grating breath, and now I could taste blood. When I sucked in a deep breath to scream again, a hand clapped to my mouth, and he rolled with me until I was lying on my stomach, facing the window.

“Shhh. Shhh, it’s okay.”

I could feel his breath in my ear, slithering down the side of my neck. My heart beat frantically, like a terrified bird desperate to escape. I pushed against him, fighting to get him off of me, but he was strong. I couldn’t get free, no matter how hard I thrashed. His scent enveloped me, like citrus, musk, and a campfire in the dead of winter.

Eventually, I was too exhausted to fight anymore. I couldn’t catch my breath, and with my arms pinned beneath me like they were, I couldn’t tear his hand down.

“I’m sorry I scared you, my Little Moth. I didn’t mean to.”

There was that voice again, the same one I’d heard on the phone. His voice was penetrating and gruff, like the growl of a predator watching from the woods. I hung on to every single word, even as I fought against him.

“Calm down, Vanessa. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The hand across my lips loosened just enough that I could open my mouth, and as soon as I did, I bit down, hard. I caught the first knuckle of his index finger, where it connected to the webbing of his thumb, and locked my jaw. I felt his bones crack and his joints pop between my teeth, and a sharp, throbbing ache shot through my tooth.

He pulled away with a hiss of pain, and I tasted blood again, but this time stronger. Gulping down a breath, I screamed before he could silence me again.

“Don’t kill me! Please don’t! The money is in the office, you can take it! Just take it and go!”

He chuckled, and his other hand snaked around my throat this time, squeezing gently.

It was a warning. He wanted me silent.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Vanessa, and I don’t want the money,” he paused, and the hand at my throat squeezed just a little tighter—not enough to hurt me or cut off my air, but enough to make my vision go dark at the edges. “There’s something else I want. Something a lot morevaluable.”

I could feel his other hand sliding across my shoulder, moving down my back, and over the curve of my ass. His fingers hooked the hem of my shorts and pulled them down until they caught against my bent knees. His hand squeezed my neck, and I felt him pull my panties to the side. I was frozen. I couldn’t move, and I could barely breathe. When his fingers slid across my folds, the fear broke away, giving in to terror. A scream slipped from my lips until he cut off my air with a quick, painful squeeze.

I fought and bucked until I was able to slip my arms out from where he’d pinned them to the bed, and I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and pulling just enough to give me the air I needed.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!”

“Awe, shhh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Just relax.”

“No! Please! Stop! Stop it!”

I felt him shift to the side, his knee coming up between my legs and forcing them apart. His fingers parted me and plunged inside, and I gasped—a deep, sucking breath that stung my swollen throat.

“Wh-what are you doing? Why are you—”

“Oh, come on Vanessa. You’re a big girl, hmm? You know exactly what I’m doing.”

I could feel the rumble of his voice reverberating in my chest, and even though I hated myself for it, it dropped straight down into my core.

“Don’t you?”

His voice dropped lower, and I whimpered, feeling the shockwave of realization flowing through me. I could hear the wet, lewd sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of me, and god I fucking hated him for it. I hated my body even more for reacting the way it was.

“S-stop,” I grunted, shaking my head when his hand came up to cup my jaw and tilt my head back. Softly, he kissed the side of my mouth just as a flash of lightning lit up the world outside, and my body jumped involuntarily. His fingers pulled out of me, dropping down lower until he found something else—something that had me bucking and writhing beneath him. There were men Ilikedthat couldn’t even find the clit, and this asshole walks in here and finds it like he owns the damn thing?

Fucker.

“Good girl, look at that. You like it, don’t you?”

“No!” I spat, trying to roll away from him and failing. “You fuckingdisgustme.”

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