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upper arms, I find my hands free. I take the opportunity to try and hit him, trying to get him to let go of me. But he just laughs. Apparently he knows I’m no match for him, and the chances of me actually hurting him are slim to none.
      “You want to fight?” He winks at me. “Fine, let’s fight.” His hold on me falls away only to be replaced by a firm grip to the back of my hair. He pulls tight, causing my head to jerk back before dragging me back over to the bed. I try to struggle but the pain he’s causing me is greater than I thought it would be, and there is only so much fight I’m willing to give him.
      Without further delay, he tosses me back onto the bed, but this time he makes sure to straddle my waist so I can’t get back up. He reaches down to my feet and removes my heels. “Don’t want you to use those as a weapon on me.” He chuckles as he tosses them across the room. But when he leans down to kiss me, I find my opportunity. Before he can move any further, I lash out at him, connecting my hand with his unsuspecting face.
      He looks stunned, his eyes getting big. As the red mark starts to form on his skin, his eyes take on a different look. One of anger? He has to know this is part of the game, doesn’t he? Shit! Maybe I pushed him a little bit more than I should have. Oh, well, I’m in it now. I’m going to have to deal with the consequences as they come.
      “Don’t fucking hit me, Essie. I won’t stand for that!” he yells at me.
      “What are you going to do? Rape me? I think you’re already on your way to doing that.” My breathing comes in faster, shorter spurts. He’s actually able to surprise me with this little twist of fate. I think I’ll go as far as saying he’s scaring me a little bit. But I have to make this as real as possible, so I do the unthinkable.
      I strike him again.
      This time, he doesn’t wait to react. His clenched jaw and flared nostrils are all I need to see to know he’s going to do something to me; I just don’t know what. But from the looks of him, I have to wait only mere seconds to find out.
      He grabs my throat, restricting my breathing slightly. “Don’t fucking hit me, Goddammit!” he yells again. I instantly still, not wanting to spur his anger more than is necessary. Is this part of the game we’re playing, or is he serious? I can’t tell right now.
      I hold my hands out to the sides, almost like a sign of surrender. Once he sees that, he lets go of my throat and sits back up. I think he’s going to retreat, but instead he goes in full-force. Reaching forward, he takes my lace bra and tears it from my chest. My hands instantly fly up to cover my exposed flesh but he physically stops me, gripping both my hands in his and holding them above my head.
      His outburst from seconds ago dissipates as he takes in the sight beneath him. He bends down and whispers in my ear, “You’re breathtaking, Essie. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” Then he bites my earlobe. I try to buck him off me but he doesn’t budge, not an inch. He laughs at my feeble attempt to overthrow him, and I can’t blame him. I’m simply no match for his sheer strength.
      With my hands still restrained, his mouth descends to my breasts. He takes a nipple into his warm mouth, teasing and straining my tender peak before moving to the other one. I have to be sure not to make any noise indicating I’m enjoying any of this.
      But I am. Thoroughly.
      But, to keep in the role, I yell at him. “Drayden, get off me! Stop touching me.” I try to wriggle free but his hold intensifies on my wrists, pushing me further into the mattress. He never even budges. Not once does he even flinch from my outburst.
      Instead, he lifts his mouth from where he is relentlessly teasing me and slams it down onto my mouth. However, I’m successful in breaking away from him, twisting my head to the side. He growls. “Kiss me, Essie. Now!”
      “Get off me!” I cry