~Grace~
"I should know why you are doing this to me, at least. You have women falling over themselves to be in your bed, why me?"
Tears stream down my face and I hate myself for crying. I hate that he can see how afraid I am.
"Eloise probably asked your father that same question, but you know what he did?..."
I can feel his pain radiating off him like heat from a fire. This isn't fair to her either.
"Please..." The word escapes me as a whimper when his hand closes over my breast.
"You can implore all you want, but I will do as I please. That's how power works. The weak are always going to be preyed on."
His mouth finds my throat — not a kiss. His teeth sink in deep, cruel and claiming. The sound that tears from me is something I've never made before, pain and something shamefully opposite of pain knotting together so tightly I cannot separate them.
