Shocked into alertness, I fight back. Writhing against his iron-fisted hold, I force my legs closed. The same dance every time. I never win. He bites my earlobe and his feet move between mine to kick them apart before he wraps one large leg around my thigh, locking me in place. The struggle only urges him on—I have to stop fighting. And when I do, accepting my punishment, praying he’s quick…my fucking treacherous body deceives me.
