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damaged tissue of his now swollen, bleeding lip. I stared at him and winced at the black orbs swallowing any other color, glassy and terrifying as he glared down at me.
    “You kissed me back.” He seemed stunned, his eyes wide and searching which made me feel even more like a needy, dirty whore. “You like to bite?” A shadow marred his features.
    I tried to shake my head to tell him no but his grip was so tight I was frightened if I moved too much I would lose the hair that was confined in his grip.
    “Biting, marking, drawing blood is claiming in my world, Belle,” he breathed before pushing me forwards across the table. My stomach hit the surface, my face following. His hand pushed hard making my cheek ache on impact with the wood. The air rushed from my lungs. He was so strong, the weight of him impossible to shift. He was hard; I felt his pleasure digging into my prone ass as the rest of him covered my back.
    His lips rested at my ear, taunting me. “I like to bite too!”
    Tears filled my eyes and leaked out. A weak, broken cry rippled through my compressed chest. The ripping of the barely there shirt had my heart exploding into a thousand tiny shards.
    Oh, God, no! My body fought against him, flipping frantically beneath him. I heard him grunt and then I was moving as he yanked me up. I spun to face him, my hand coming up and round as my body did, hitting him across the face. Fire exploded across my palm from the contact and then my own cheek smarted, my body giving way under the power of his backhanded attack. I met the floor in a crumbled mess.
    Anger fueled me, making me act foolish. I knew I couldn’t win but how could I live with myself if I didn’t try? I kicked my foot out at his shin, making him swear and rush me, grasping my attacking foot so it couldn’t make a second blow.
    I was dragged a few feet, the tiles making me glide on my jeans-covered ass. Before I could stop him he grasped my other foot. I wiggled to free myself but it was useless. He parted my legs, his smirk mocking me as he overpowered me. His leg lifted, pressure coming down on me from his foot. I shook my head, pleading with him. “You going to behave?” he asked, amusement coloring his tone.
    I shook my head as I still fought to defy him, but said yes over and over. He dropped one ankle, leaned forward and ripped at the remaining strands of fabric left of my tee, leaving me completely topless. My nipples hardened from being met with cooler air. My hands instinctively cupped my breasts, hiding them from his amused gaze.
    “Stand up,” he commanded, releasing my other foot.
    I knew he saw defeat in my eyes. I was too weak, I knew I was, but I was too scared of the repercussions if I didn’t do what he asked. Maria told me he never wanted full on intercourse, so maybe if I didn’t provoke him with violence which he seemed to enjoy, he would get on with whatever he planned and permit me go back to my room.
    I maneuvered my forearm to cover both breasts while I freed my other hand to help lift my body from the cold floor. I looked him in the eye, grateful my tears had dried.
    “Clean your mess.”
    My eyes pinched in confusion. I scanned the room but there was no mess, nothing out of place or dirty. I came back to rest on his face, shrugging in bewilderment but before I could ask what he wanted me to clean, his finger lifted to the blood still pooling from his fattened lip.
    I sighed loudly, my beaten down spirit finally giving in. I stretched my free hand up towards his face but he grabbed my wrist, shaking his head. His other hand forced my arm to free my breasts, the bounce slightly drawing his attention to them. Heat sparked in his eyes like when I first arrived. “Use your tongue.”
    He was disgusting. I hated him.
    I closed the few inches between us and swallowed the lump strangling my throat then swiped my tongue over his mouth. He added pressure, pushing the weeping wound harder against the soft warmth of my tongue. His