Page 105 of A Foster Fling
“Beautiful,” he murmured, dragging a finger through my slick fold. “Look.”
I lifted my head and looked behind me. His finger wavered in front of my watery vision. I heard the faint sound of him sucking the digit into his mouth. Nasty pervert.
Then I saw it again. The glint in the light. My chance for escape.
I scrambled across the top of the steel counter and propelled myself off the side edge as I reached for the neighboring food prep area, and the butcher knife lying so innocuously among the sliced vegetables.
Before I could even think what might come of this, I grabbed the handle and wielded the weapon in Raul’s direction. I put space between us. “Stay away from me.”
The skin between my thighs was slick with arousal, my ass was on fire, and I was both horny and confused and I needed him to be far, far away from me. I required space. I wanted to collect myself. I should put a stop to this, whatever this was, before it went too far and put our very lives and immortal souls at risk.
But the smile on Raul’s face and dark gleam in his eye was like facing the very devil I sought to protect our souls from. Dark and dangerous, he prowled toward me, and my hands shook. “I’ll stab you! I will!”
He said nothing, just stalked me. I knew if I ran for the door, if I turned my back on him for even a second, he would pounce on me like the predator he was.
I maintained eye contact as much as I could with the streaming tears, damn near hyperventilating, in my panic as I backed away. I waved the knife again in warning, keeping the space free between us as he casually pursued me. I was sure my heart would explode any second, while he was as calm as a stroll in the park on a pleasant spring day.
His easy smile said he was enjoying this. He wasn’t scared. Not at all.
Before I realized what had happened, I had backed into the industrial size walk-in freezer. There was nowhere else to go. I was trapped.
“Please, please,” I bawled. “Don’t make me stab you. Just let me go.”
He moved so quickly, grabbing my wrist and sticking the knife into his chest with sure pressure. “Never.”
“Oh god!” I watched blood pool, soaking the front of his hoodie. I tried to let go of the knife, but he wouldn’t let me.
“I would sooner let you carve my heart out of my chest than let you go.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I wept as he stepped more into the knife tip.
He groaned, his eyes drifting closed.
Was he dying?
Then he smiled.
“You drew blood first. My turn,princesa.”
He knocked the knife from my hand and snatched me to him. He ravished my mouth, my first kiss–our first kiss. With fingers tangled in my hair, he broke his lips from mine and dragged me to the steel counter that started it all.
I found myself bent back over it.
I had no real time to prepare as he kept one palm flat on my back to hold me in place and used his free hand to flip up my skirt, leaving me exposed to him again. He pressed his smooth hardness to my wet heat.
“No, no!” I cried–then screamed as he pushed himself into me.
If the betrayal of this moment hadn’t broken me, the large cock invading my body was sure to. Tearing pain burned through me as my virgin channel was forced to suddenly accommodate his size and girth.
“You.”He withdrew slightly and shoved himself in further.
“Are.”Thrust. So hard. Forcing me to stretch.
“Mine.”Thrust. So deep. Forcing me to take in all of him.
He stopped then, fully seated inside me.
I hid my face in my palms and cried pitfully. I couldn’t believe he had done this. Not only the sheer agony of the rape, but the heartbreaking realization that he owned me, just as he’d said. I would never be free.