Free Falling (Book Two: Secrets)

“Lemme take you to the room,” he said calmly. “I promise you won’t be thinking about anyone but me when we get done.”


I stared at him in disbelief. My brain kicked into fight or flight mode and I was hell-bent on making it to his door and running whether I had my purse on me or not. When Antonio gripped my other arm, I struggled against his chest, locked in a stifling bear-hug. I could hardly breathe, let alone scream, but that didn’t stop me from trying. I yelled for help as loudly as I could as he lifted my feet from the ground and carried me down the dark hallway to his bedroom where two candles glowed on the dresser.

My body flew about a foot into the air when Antonio tossed me on top of the bed. I had enough control to claw my way to the edge, only to be snatched back in his direction by my ankles.

“No!” I kicked and flailed as much as I could to keep him from getting a good grip on me, but my strength was no match to his.

The sound of my coat ripping at the hem of the sleeve was sobering as I realized that he was about to take my lifelines away – my phone and my keys were in the pocket. If I was gonna get out of this, I’d need both. Antonio had it off with ease, and my keys flew out and slid across the floor somewhere. My eyes slammed shut as my options became slimmer by the moment.

I cried out in pain as his nails dragged down the length of my thighs when he yanked my tights down to my knees, deciding at that point just to rip them instead. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. I fought him, half-dazed as he covered me with his weight and pinned my hands above my head with one of his own, and worked my dress up above my hips with the other before pulling the waistband of his sweats and underwear down.

God…no….please…

“Don’t do this,” I begged, tears streaming down my face.

He didn’t respond as he tried to separate my legs by pulling my knees apart. It felt like at any minute someone was going to walk in and rescue me because this was not supposed to be happening. I wasn’t perfect, but I hadn’t done anything bad enough to deserve this. Someone would come in and stop him. They had to. They had to…

I continued to struggle with him, fighting as hard as I could. With his hips set in between my legs, his other hand was now free to secure it firmly over my mouth. Right before he could, I screamed out as a last-ditch effort to get someone to hear me. He pushed down so hard that my teeth cut into my lips and cheek.

I looked up to find a smile set on Antonio’s face just as he forced himself inside of me, sending a searing pain through my entire body. I let out a muffled scream into his hand as more tears ran down my face and into my hair. Why is he doing this to me? His eyes rolled back in his head as I stared up at him. I’d never seen anyone look so ugly in all my life. With every thrust of his hips he grunted, his pleasure contrasting my pain. I squirmed beneath him, but he didn’t seem to even notice. My body was going numb and I didn’t feel like I was trapped there beneath his sweat drenched body anymore. Instead, my mind forced an illusion that made me feel like I was floating above myself and not taking part in the violent act at all as he continued to heave and jerk on top of me.

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