My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (books like harry potter txt) 📖

       It seems that the guy took our verbal altercation as a kind of foreplay because he was seriously excited. And I felt it clearly, especially after something hard pressed between my thighs.

       “How long will you run from me, babe?” Mike croaked, trying to kiss me, but I kept frantically shaking my head from side to side with my lips tightly closed. As if in retaliation for my stubbornness, he suddenly grabbed my breast and squeezed it painfully.

       A strong panic hit me, and a prickly wave of fear ran down my spine. He’s going to rape me! I struggled under the massive body, trying to kick it, at least, with my legs. But even these pathetic attempts were stopped by turning me on my stomach and straddling my legs.

       “Mike, let me go,” I tried calmly to reach out to the guy, but it didn’t work very well. My voice was shaking so much.

       “Shh…” This rapist was clearly not in the mood for conversation. “You’ll like it,” he said, and I pressed my body against the couch, not letting his hand slide under my stomach. “I saw the way you looked at me…”

       And after these words, the guy started frantically unzipping my jeans, trying to pull them off. I continued to twitch and fight, shouting with all my behavior that I was against it!! I don’t like it! And I don’t want to! But Mike didn’t seem to care.

       I could feel his fingers on my already naked thigh, and a mist of tears filled my eyes. Why?! Why is life always punishing me like this? The pillow I was lying on was almost wet with hot tears.

      “You’re so… beautiful,” Mike muttered in a hoarse voice, thriftily squeezing my thighs and whispering some vulgarities in my ear.

      But I didn’t react to anything. I just lay there like a lifeless vegetable and cried silently, staring at the expensive carpet ornament.

       The next moment, I felt a jolt of shock when I saw a crystal ashtray lying by the sofa. And I noticed that my, previously pinned to the back, hands are absolutely free now. Apparently, in order to pull off my tight jeans, the guy had to let me go for a while.

       Taking advantage of this momentary pause, I quickly grabbed an ashtray and hit Mike on the head with all my strength, completely oblivious to the consequences.

       From the force of the blow, the guy instantly lost consciousness and fell to the floor with a crash. Pulling my jeans back on with trembling hands, I squatted down and quickly checked the guy’s pulse. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the beating. I quickly grabbed my purse and ran to the exit.

       The realization of what had happened, or almost happened, hit me again in the elevator, and I burst into loud sobs, smearing mascara on my face. What if I had killed him?!

       I ran out into the street in a hurry and didn’t even pay attention to the fact that it was almost dark outside. Now I had only one desire – to quickly get to the bus stop and get home. To close myself in the bathroom and don’t come out until morning, washing off the nasty touches.

       I can imagine what I look like right now because even people around shied away from sobbing me like I was a leper.

     In the distance, I saw the bus I needed approaching and ran as fast as I could across the road, not noticing the red traffic light that suddenly turned on. The sharp honk of the car’s horn sobered me, but it was too late. My feet were already rooted to the spot.

       I can’t imagine how the driver managed to stop the car in time and not hit me …

       Despite the rapid traffic jam and the hum of voices, I sank down on the cold asphalt.

      “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I heard the furious voice of the driver, who gave me a sharp tug on the arm. “Get up, you half-wit! Now I will teach you a good lesson how not to throw yourself under the wheels of other people’s cars!”

       I was suddenly dragged roughly towards a black SUV that almost hit me a minute ago. I looked up at the bald man with the typical gangster appearance and grinned. Bravo, Mia! It seems that your adventure continues.

      “Take it easy, man,” from the familiar deep baritone, my heart sank into my heels. Well, at least I deserved the glitch to be pleasant.

      “Your girl?” the gangster moved his hand in my direction.

      “Mine,” Henry agreed calmly, and then he addressed to me, “Mia, get in the car.”

       And I obediently tottered towards the familiar car.