Damaged: A Violated Trust (Secrets) by Melody Carlson

Author:Melody Carlson [Carlson, Melody]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Navpress
Published: 2011-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

...[CHAPTER 11].................

I don’t even remember how we got to my bedroom, but I’m aware we are here now. I’m also aware that the kissing has gotten way more passionate, and the touching and feeling has gone further than I dreamed possible — and I am not comfortable with this.

“That’s enough now, Harris.” I move his hand away and giggle as I hear the slur in my own voice. I sound like someone else.

He laughs too. “Never enough,” he whispers in my ear. “I could never get enough of you, Haley. You are like my dream woman.”

Dream woman? I do like the sound of that. Even so, I move his other hand away and attempt to sit up. “Lemme get up.”

“Easy does it, girl.” He pushes me back down on my bed. “What’s the hurry?”

“I wanna get up.” I try to sit up again.

“Not yet. We’ve barely gotten started here.” This time he firmly pushes me with both hands.

“But, Harris — I wanna get up. Lemme up.”

He uses one hand to hold me down on the bed. I’m surprised at how strong he is, surprised at the intense expression on his face, like he’s someone else, not my sweet Harris. And then, with a rush of panic, I realize he’s using his other hand to undo his belt.

“What’re you doing?” I struggle to sit up again, but it’s useless.

“Come on,” he says in a husky voice, “you know you want me, Haley. You’ve been begging for this.”

“No.” Maybe it’s adrenaline or just plain fear, but my head is starting to feel clearer. “No, I don’t want to do —”

In the same instant he is on me — pinning me down with the weight of his body and his strength. My arms and legs are too weak. They feel like wet noodles against his power, but I keep telling him, “No! No! No!”

My heart and head pound as I keep trying to push him away from me, telling him again and again that I’m not ready for this, that he’s got it all wrong, that I didn’t ask for this. But he’s not listening and he’s getting rougher. What started out as a kissing session has turned into a real wrestling match, and I can tell he’s enjoying it — and winning.

“Please, stop,” I beg him. “I don’t want this.”

“I knew you were a tigress.” He’s huffing as he pushes and pulls at my dress. “I knew it would be like this. I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

I struggle and fight and plead with him, but it’s useless. Finally I experience a searing pain inside of me — like a knife slicing into me, cutting me in two — and I know it’s too late. He has won.

I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip. Every muscle in my body is tense, stiff as a board as I wait for him to finish. Tears slide down my cheeks and I can taste salty blood in my mouth. I want to scream and cry out and even swear at him, but it’s too late.

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