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cock into her ass.

She was surprised he could get hard as drunk as he was. Giving up on her jeans, he slid his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing hard. “You have amazing tits, Shayla. They’re my favorite part about you.”

She shoved at his hand, trying to get him to let go.

He squeezed harder, pinching her nipple painfully through her sweater and bra.

“Stop it, Hawke. That hurts.”

“Good. Sluts like you enjoy a little pain when they fuck.”

Not like this. And not nonconsensual.

He switched to her other breast next and gripped so hard she nearly passed out. So much pain. It felt like he was ripping her boobs off her body.

She fought against him, trying like hell to get away. All she managed was to get her hair yanked over and over. It felt like he’d scalped her by now.

When his hand moved down to cup her pussy, gripping her sensitive flesh hard, she gasped. Damn him. She bucked back and forth. If she could just turn around. She had no leverage here. She wished she could knee him in the balls, but not in this position. It was impossible.

Suddenly, he shifted to one side, still gripping her hair, but shoving her so that she fell so far over the back of the couch her feet nearly left the floor. He switched his grip so that his other hand was holding her hair, and then he swatted her ass so hard she lost her breath.

“Bet you like that, don’t you, Shayla? All this time you were probably dissatisfied, needing a firm hand. Right, baby?”

She said nothing. All she could do was grit her teeth and pray for a miracle. She was beginning to realize she couldn’t stop him from raping her, but she had to pray that at some point after that, he would pass out or let his guard down enough for her to run from the cabin.

She would take her chances in the dark and cold. Anything would be better than staying here.

His hand slammed down on her thighs next, making her scream. Stars danced in front of her eyes. Everything hurt. The pain radiating from her head was unbearable, but his palm hitting her was making things that much worse.

Another strike hit her higher. “Admit you’re a fucking cock tease, Shayla. Admit it and apologize.”

She was trembling with fear. “Okay. Okay, Hawke. I’m sorry.”

He slapped her two more times in succession. So hard he had to be leaving bruises. “That’s not good enough, baby. Tell me you understand you’re a cock tease.”

She swallowed. “I’m a cock tease, Hawke. I’m sorry. It wasn’t nice. I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t.” More maniacal laughter brought goosebumps to her skin. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are and then you’re going to beg my forgiveness.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” She was panting. It was hard to speak.

He struck her again, lower on her thighs, and then again and again. She lost count. So much pain, her knees buckled, but it didn’t matter. Only her toes were touching the floor. Her legs weren’t holding her up.

He straddled her legs next, grinding his dick against her butt. “If you weren’t painted into these jeans, I’d already be inside your cunt, baby. Right where you like me.”

She braced her hands on the couch cushion, praying she could find a way to get out of this mess. Fearing she would not live through the night. After he fucked her, he would have no reason to let her go. His desperate move tonight proved he had gone over the edge. He’d quit his job. His wife had left him. And now he’d added kidnapping and probably rape to the list.

No one was coming for her. She was going to have to save herself.

Another sharp yank on her hair and she was flying backward, upright. He spun her around and shoved her ass against the back of the couch. This time he ground his cock into the front of her jeans. “Are you wet, baby? I bet you get soaked when someone adds a bit of pain to your fucking, yeah?”

She trembled, scared out of her mind. And then she had her chance. She didn’t waste it. The moment he eased back, she lifted her knee into the air as hard and fast as she could, slamming it into his balls.

He roared in pain, his eyes going wide before he staggered backward, completely releasing her to cup his balls. “You fucking cunt!” he screamed.

She had just seconds to escape, but the moment she turned to run for the door, the window next to it shattered as something came crashing into the cabin.

She watched the object in slow motion, panicking as her brain told her it was a grenade. But then it hissed, and the air started filling with smoke. She turned back toward the door and ran, finding the handle and yanking it open as fast as she could.

“Get back here, you bitch,” Hawke shouted.

She didn’t look back. She took off running as hard as she could, unable to see anything between the darkness and the burning in her eyes from the smoke. She had no idea where it had come from, but she was so crazed she could only think about getting as far away from Hawke as possible. The more distance she put between him and her, the better. She could hide in the woods. If she got far enough away and was really quiet, he would never find her.

Suddenly someone grabbed her, huge arms coming around her waist and pulling her against him.

She screamed, but a hand came over her mouth. “Shayla, sweetheart. It’s me. Jake.”

Her eyes went wide as her adrenaline continued to pump hard. She couldn’t see Jake’s face in the pitch dark, but she could hear his voice. And she inhaled his scent. It was him.

He eased his hand off her mouth. “It’s me. You’re okay.”

“Jake?” She was shaking badly, and she started crying hysterically

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