Trusting You (Second Chances #2)(63)

“You can’t force it, Daniel,” I warned, my heart beating out of my chest in fear. I had never been in a situation like this before, and even though he was my ex-husband and never hurt me other than the altercation at his house, it was still scary as hell. I swallowed hard and continued, “If you do force me, then no amount of loving me will make me love you back. Please let me go.”

I gripped his wrist and tried to pull his hand away, hoping to get him off me, but it didn’t work. Panic started to build and I knew I had no other choice but to fight if it came to that. Oh, please God don’t let it come to that. I knew I wasn’t strong enough physically to fight him off. Daniel quickly turned me over so he could see my face, and pried himself between my legs by pushing my thighs apart. His hands held mine firmly by my side and I was trapped … two seconds away from a fate I didn’t even want to imagine.

Daniel lowered his body onto mine, his eyes so dark that I couldn’t even tell it was him staring back at me. It was the same look that had my blood chilling when I was in the car with him earlier; the same look that scared the shit out of me.

He smiled down at me and said, “I’m not forcing you, Mel. I know you want this just as much as me. I keep remembering the way you looked when we got married and those words you said to me that night when we made love. I want to hear you speak to me like that again. I want to feel your tight little * clenching all around me.”

Tears pooled in my eyes, and when I closed them to block out Daniel’s ice cold gaze the tears ran hot down my face. “Don’t be nervous, baby. You know I love you, right? This will be good for us both. Once I make love to you, you will forget all about Brett and the life you had before.”

Brett.

There was his name, the man who would fight for me no matter what. As scared as I was, I had to fight back for him. I wasn’t going to lie there and let him take me without a fight, even if he was a man I used to love and share many intimate moments with. Those times were over. I was a different woman and in love with a different man. I was strong. I was a fighter.

“No,” I demanded angrily, piercing a deathly glare at him above me. “Nothing you could ever do to me will make me forget about Brett. I love him, Daniel, not you … not anymore.”

His smile immediately vanished and the room took on an unearthly chill. He gripped my chin and squeezed, holding me in place while he bent his head low to speak against my lips. His voice was laced with venom when he snarled, “Well, isn’t that just a shame. I was hoping our first reunion would be fun, but I see you don’t want it to be that way.”

He descended on my lips with punishing force, delving his tongue in deep, and biting my lip. I bucked against his body and screamed as loud as I could, but it was muffled by his hand as he slammed it across my mouth. “I see you want to play rough today. I remember you used to like it like that if I’m not mistaken.”

I jerked my head hard and away from his hand. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and I knew I was ready to fight. I might not make it out of the room, but by God I was going to try. The only thing I hated was what I was about to do, or better yet, what I was going to let him do.

“Fine,” I spat. “You want me, then take me. I don’t care anymore.” Releasing the tension in my arms, I relaxed them and didn’t fight against his grip. My legs loosened against his waist and I let them fall open. I had never felt more vulnerable in my life, but I had to make him think I was giving in.

Daniel gazed at me, hesitantly. “You’re not going to fight me on this?” he asked, a smile growing on his face.

I gritted my teeth and turned my head. My hands were still bound above my head in his vice like grip, but I hoped he would let them go at some point. Sighing, I closed my eyes. “No, I’m not going to fight. Just get it over with,” I told him.

Chuckling, he leaned down and bit my ear lobe before trailing kisses down my neck. His grip was loosening on my hands, but I needed them free. As he moved lower to lick down my breasts, he finally let my hands go so he could massage them while he sucked on one of my nipples.

Daniel groaned. “Your nipples taste so good, baby. I could suck them all day long.”

I bit back my hateful remark by biting my tongue, and keeping my anger in check. My hands were shaking, but it was only because I wanted to hit something, preferably his face. If I could just move over a little bit I could reach for something to hit him with. As his head moved lower down my stomach, my insides tensed when I realized what he was going to do next.

Shit!

Daniel kissed his way over my stomach down to the inside of my thigh. My heart was thundering out of my chest and I wanted to scream for him to get the f*ck off of me, but I knew I couldn’t. In his mind he might not have seen it as rape since we used to be married and he loved me, but in his now warped mind I had no clue what kind of psychotic thoughts he possessed.

He nuzzled my clit with his nose and then buried his face in my sex, gripping my thighs tight. I bucked against the bed and moved over in the process so I could get closer to the bedside table. Daniel moaned and said, “Ah, I see you like that now don’t you? See … I told you you’d enjoy it.”

Dammit! I need to move closer to the table. Having him touching me felt wrong on so many levels; all I wanted to do was cry and fight and get away, but I had to time it just right and use enough force to make an impact. My bag was on the floor by the bed so all I needed to do was get it, hopefully throw on a shirt, grab the keys to the car, and run out. He will definitely be surprised when I drive out of here in his stick shift car that he thinks I probably can’t drive.