Chapter 6

I don't let go. If anything, I clutch it harder. And I do something embarrassing.

I beg.

"Please," I say desperately, "please, don't do this."

He smiles again. "Why not?" His hand is continuing to pull at the blanket, slowly and inexorably. I know he's doing it this way to prolong the torture. He could easily rip the blanket away from me with one strong tug.

"I don't want this," I tell him. I can barely draw in air through the constriction in my chest, and my voice comes out sounding unexpectedly breathy.

He looks amused, but there's a dark gleam in his eyes. "No? You think I couldn't feel your reaction to me in the club?"

I shake my head. "There was no reaction. You're wrong . . ." My voice is thick with unshed tears. "I only want Jake—"

In an instant, his hand is wrapped around my throat. He doesn't do anything else, doesn't squeeze, but the threat is there. I can feel the violence within him, and I'm terrified.

He leans down toward me. "You don't want that boy," he says harshly. "He can never give you what I can. Do you understand me?"

I nod, too scared to do anything else.

He releases my throat. "Good," he says in a softer tone. "Now let go of the blanket. I want to see you naked again."

Again? He must've been the one to undress me.

I try to plaster myself even closer to the wall. And still don't let go of the blanket.

He sighs.

Two seconds later, the blanket is on the floor. As I had suspected, I don't stand a chance when he uses his full strength.

I resist the only way I can. Instead of standing there and letting him look at my naked body, I slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest. My arms wrap around my legs, and I sit there like that, trembling all over. My long, thick hair streams down my back and arms, partially covering me.

I hide my face against my knees. I'm terrified of what he'll do to me now, and the tears burning my eyes finally escape, running down my cheeks.

"Nora," he says, and there is a steely note in his voice. "Get up. Get up right now."

I shake my head mutely, still not looking at him.

"Nora, this can be pleasurable for you or it can be painful. It's really up to you."

Pleasurable? Is he insane? My entire body is shaking with sobs at this point.

"Nora," he says again, and I hear the impatience in his voice. "You have exactly five seconds to do what I'm telling you."

He waits, and I can almost hear him counting in his head. I'm counting too, and when I get to four, I get up, tears still streaming down my face.

I'm ashamed of my own cowardice, but I'm so afraid of pain. I don't want him to hurt me.

I don't want him to touch me at all, but that is clearly not an option.

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