Helpless to Resist (Rough Submission Book 1)

She tries to shove him away and slam the door shut, but it only takes a step for him to twist her around and press her back against the wall, his chest to her back, hand clamped over her mouth before she can cry out. That’s not to say she doesn’t try, of course. She bites down as hard as she can, tongue tasting the salt on his palm when that doesn’t work and she tries to call out instead. She tries to kick her legs back, but he’s pinned her so close against the wall that she can’t move at all.

The hand on her mouth is tight enough to press on her nose and she thinks she could faint from how scared she is.

“I’ve wanted to do this the first time I laid eyes on you,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused. If he didn’t have her pinned up like this, she could almost find his voice soothing and she knows, logically, that she s

hould be finding this despicable, but her body is reacting in ways beyond her control.

He’s shown himself to be a powerful male and all her rabbit sees his what a good mate he could be. He could keep their kittens safe and they would have so many beautiful children because he’s really very good-looking. He even smells handsome, like pine and something sweet. “Such a pretty little thing,” he says.

She responds to the compliment by slamming her head back to try and headbutt him. He avoids it easily and she uses the opportunity to twist around around, except that’s obviously a horrible thing to do because now he’s pressed up against her breasts and she can see his face.

He’s even more handsome up close, the five o’clock shadow giving him an air of mystery. She tries to hit him instinctively, but he’s faster, grabbing her by her wrists then pinning them both above her head before she can hit him.

His free hand squeezes on her throat, closing her airway and making her see spots. The pain makes her breath stutter and she forgets how to breathe.

“Aren’t you just the softest little rabbit I’ve seen?” he taunts. “You’re so small and yet so, so rude. John hopes you’ll grow bigger, more like him, the optimist. You don’t have a drop of wolf in you, do you?” he says. “Small, weak little thing.” He licks up her cheek, tasting the tears she doesn’t realize she’s crying in her panic, breathing in hitched sobs even after he’s loosened his hold on her throat.

She tries to jerk free, barely hearing the man in her struggle to escape.

The hand on her throat closes again when she begins to struggle. He leans in so close to her that she can feel his exhales on her skin, prickling hot.

“You know, John has a lot riding on tonight. One wrong move and he will never get the promotion he’s been eyeing all his life.”

She blinks, knowing it was true that Daddy wants this really badly, but not knowing how precarious his promotion is. Daddy leaves her alone most of the time but he had requested her presence tonight and told her to be at her best behavior. He had even gotten her involved in the preparations, talked her through the names of the men arriving tonight and made her promise to behave.

“Do you really want to stand in the way of that? He’ll forgive you, of course. You’re his wife’s beloved daughter, after all. But then, he’ll have to go through other ways to get himself accepted in higher society. He’s looking to marry you to one of us here tonight and if that doesn’t work, he’ll find someone richer, someone older, perhaps you’ll be a mistress. You have the look for it. So sweet and soft and innocent. You’ll be a beautiful little mistress, won’t you?”

She shakes her head in denial. Daddy won’t do that to her. Mistresses are high society’s dirty little secret, something the rich and powerful do because they can.

“You’re the perfect size for it too, hidden in a pretty little room and locked up. Maybe your old husband will tie you up in the bed and use you only when he feels like fucking someone new. Maybe he’ll share you with his rich friends, fuck up you pussy and your hole, get you filled up and plug you up and leave you alone until he feels like fucking you again.”

His words burn against her skin, terrifying in how true it could be. Her breath is coming in short, panicked pants and she doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve this. “Why are you doing this?” she whimpers, fear gripping her heart, making everything blur around the edges. She’s never felt such abject fear in her life before.

“Me?” he chuckles. “I like you,” he says. “I’d like to see your father succeed and I’d very much like to see more of you.” At this, he leans back a little so he can sweep his gaze down the valley between her breasts to her stomach, further down to the pale hair between her legs. She crosses her legs without thinking, inner thighs squeezing and tensing together. “I’d like to see a lot more of you,” he murmurs. “I’m going to have fun taking you apart.”

She trembles. “You can’t- you can’t do this.”

“You’ll find that there is very little I can’t do, little rabbit,” he says. “And you’ll do this if only to make your father happy.”

“He’ll be fine on his own,” she says and the lie tastes bitter on her own tongue.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he murmurs. “We only tolerate him because your mother had some hold, and we only came tonight to see you, darling.”

Her throat goes dry. “You’re lying,” she says, but he doesn’t blink, doesn’t flinch, looking so calm and certain that she finds herself questioning everything.

“You know that I’m not. I know what you are, kitten. We all know what you are. We’ve been curious about you for a long time. Half human, half rabbit. Tell me, do you touch yourself before you sleep at night? Do you have the same sex drive as a rabbit should? How often have you had sex before?”

She wants to hit him across the face but she only manages her sternest frown.

“So feisty,” he grins. “Did you know your father- your biological father- he fucked everything that moved until he found your mother? He only stopped because she was as much of a slut as he is.”

“Stop it!” she screams, anger making her brave again.

“Such a courageous little rabbit,” he chuckles and cups her chest, fondling her breasts.

“Stop- ah- stop it!” she cries, anger quickly dissolving and being replaced by fear. “Stop.”

“Hush now,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had rabbit before. I wonder if you’ll taste as sweet as you look,” he says.