Chapter 65: A Monster

Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little. -Epicurus

Holding the reins in one hand, he yanks my ponytail with the other. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he smirks, bringing his mouth down over mine.

I grip the knife, tightly, pulling it free of the sheath. Slamming my hand down over his thigh, I drive the blade into his leg.

"Fuck." He pulls the horse to a full stop.

He clenches the hand holding the knife. Twisting my wrist, he forces my arm behind my back.

I rake my other hand across his face. Shifting his weight, he knocks me off balance.

The horn of the saddle digs into the middle of my back. My body slides sideways. I wrap my legs around his torso. With one fluid motion, he pulls the knife out of his thigh.

He cuts a piece of the leather rein off. Wrapping the strip around my wrists, he anchors them to the saddle horn.