Page 15 of The Catcher

“Oh no,” he said. “I have no intention of killing you, Emrys Finnegan.”

Somehow, him saying that was more frightening than if he had saidyes, I want to kill you.

“Then why did you do that?” I croaked, trying to scuttle away from him, my teeth chattering uncontrollably, but his hand was still on me, tangled up in my wet hair.

“Because I told you not to leave, and whenever youdon’tdo what I say, you’re going to be punished,” Tanner said.

I gasped in pure rage and fear, a cold fury ripping through my body as I kicked out at him as hard as I could, connecting with his shins. I tried to shove him off with my hands, twisting to try to kick him away. He still had that shit-eating grin on his face. The asshole didn’t flinch at any of my blows either, shoving me against the wall.

“That’s not doing shit except making me hornier,” he growled, making the hair on my neck stand on end.

I realized with a start that I could feel his big dick pressing on my back.

Shit.

This made everything so much worse.

“Let me go,” I said.

“No,” he said. “You came here to help me and you’re going to help me, the wayIwant.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, hoping there was some other explanation.

“I’m tired of shitty blowjobs,” he said. “I wantyouworking my dick with all that sweet teacher’s pet energy.”

“Fuck you,” I cried.

“Do a good job, baby, and maybe I will,” he sneered, and I felt my knees buckling, almost falling hard on the ground in front of him.

“No, Tanner, I’m not going to fuck you,” I said, trying to back away from him, but he was bearing me down to my knees, putting a hand on my shoulder, and in desperation I grabbed one of the bats that was littering the hall. I didn’t have enoughroom to swing it, but I jabbed him as hard as I could, scraping my cheek, but landing a blow on his knuckles.

He loosened his grip the slightest bit with a curse, and I jerked away, leaving a chunk of my hair in his fist and stumbling down the hall away from him. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was still soaking wet with a frozen face. But I shot down the hallway.

I could hear him following me immediately.

“Emrys,” he growled.

I didn’t care. I was flooded with a hot, searing panic at the sound of him chasing me.

I had always been a fast runner, on the track team in high school, and still loved to destress by running for an hour after a particularly bad day at work. But I barely made it to one of the rec rooms before he was on me, his strong arms whirling me around and trapping me against the fridge. He put one arm around my waist and with the other he fisted my hair, yanking my head back so that my neck was bared to him.

“Bad girl,” he said, and his voice sounded rough and out of control. “I’m going to put you over my knee until your ass looks like a fucking stop light, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.”

I gasped, my heart starting to race. I struggled in his arms, but he held me tight.

“Give in, Emrys,” he said, and his lips were on my neck then, not a kiss, but hard, angry bites, his hands tightening in my hair and around my waist.

“This is not conducive to a professional working relationship,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

“I don’t want a fucking professional working relationship,” he said. “I want my cock down your throat.”

I felt beads of sweat break out on my chest at my efforts to escape him. My wet clothes felt pressed against my chest, but he still held me tight.

“Go get your cock sucked then,” I gasped. “I’m sure there are dozens of women here in the clubhouse who’d do it for you.”

“I don’t want them,” said Tanner, licking his way down my neck until his tongue curved and curled around the hollow at the base of my throat. “I wantyou, Emrys, you on your knees in front of me, my cock so far down your throat that you’re gagging and crying. But you don’t stop because youfucking love it there.”

“Tanner, you’re such a pig!” I cried.

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