“No,” I whined.
“Yes.”
That single word tipped the scales, and I crossed from confusion into dread. It was clear now that we were going to go as far as Luka wanted, and I had no say in the matter. I slapped my hands on his bare chest and pushed up with all my might.
“You’re not wearing anything.” Like a condom.
“I’m clean, and you’re a virgin. We’re both okay.”
Was he stupid? “No, Luka. Get off of me.”
It flipped a switch in him. I saw the Luka I thought I knew disappear, and something else took over in his place. This version of him was all hard and cold, and utterly terrifying.
“Reach up and grab ahold of the armrest.” His voice was detached and chilling.
“No—”
It died on my tongue as Luka glared at me. “Be a good girl and do what I say.”
His threatening look made me reach up with shaky hands and clutch at the leather armrest. He grabbed my wrists, binding them together in one strong hold. The tight clamp on my wrists was too much to overcome or break free from.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling so badly I was sure to vibrate off the couch.
“Shh.” His lips brushed over mine. “Just relax.”
It was an order I couldn’t obey no matter how much I wanted to. I stayed perfectly still as he held me down and pulsed inside me, his dick sliding in and out in tiny strokes. My body was no longer protesting as badly as before, but it wasn’t enjoyable. My heart beat so fast I became lightheaded and dizzy. And my heart stopped altogether when Luka’s free hand slid over my mouth and covered it, silencing me.
“I’ll go slow,” he said. Warm lips trailed over my cheekbone. “But it’s going to hurt at first.”
I sucked in rapid gasps through my nose. Oh my God. I tried to speak, but my cries for him to stop were muffled against his rough palm.
No, no, no! Not like this.
I wriggled and tried to get him to release me, but he was unfazed. His singular focus was on my eyes, watching every rapid blink I made as I fought back, but my struggle was nothing to him.
Please, not like this! I silently pleaded with him. Couldn’t he see how I was panicking? Didn’t he care?
No, he didn’t. His eyes were dark as black lava and his expression was complete dominance. I felt owned. Smothered under his power. He drew in a deep breath, preparing for something big. Then his hips sank further into me and I moaned in pain. There was a sharp stab of fire, which gave way to a burning, ripping feeling.
That was when Luka Markovic ruthlessly stole from me what was supposed to be mine to give.
Chapter
FOUR
Hot tears stung in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I used my anger to sink my teeth into Luka’s hand. I bit as hard as I could until he swore and yanked the hand away.
Air poured in through my lips and I rasped, readying to scream—
He cupped my jaw and pressed his forehead against mine, his tone soothing and quiet. “Calm down. It’s okay, it’s over.”
Nothing was okay. Was he insane? The air was too thin and I started to hyperventilate. I gasped and choked.
“Shh,” he whispered softly. Did he honestly think I’d take comfort from him right now? The fiery pain radiated outward from my hips to the base of my spine, even though he wasn’t moving. Once he’d forced himself all the way in, Luka hesitated.
“Addison.” His thumb slid over my trembling lips and pressed down, stilling them. “Fuck, Addison. You feel so good.”
I was trapped in a centrifuge, whirling in a blur, only instead of separating my emotions they were a jumbled mess. Lust. Hurt. Shock. The alcohol only added to the confusion. His voice was soaked with appreciation, and in spite of what he’d just done, it was hard to ignore the tiny tinge of warmth it gave me.
His mouth replaced his thumb, sealing his lips over mine. I went limp in his hold, not returning the kiss but not running from it either. The damage had been done, and what I wanted was irrelevant—Luka would take whether I gave or not, so I chose to lie motionless and give nothing.
My inaction seemed to drive him. His kiss was intense and his tongue pushed past my lips, slipping into my mouth. So soft and gentle, in total contrast to what he’d done.
What he was still doing.
A slight move of his hips brought on a new wave of discomfort, and I moaned my displeasure against his mouth. Probably because I wasn’t responding to his kiss, he pulled back and examined my face . . . what the hell was his expression? Was it supposed to be worry?
“It’ll get better,” he said, his voice low.