His grip on me was suffocating, and when he pressed his groin into me, I realized with horror just how much he was enjoying this struggle. "If I bed you," he sneered, his voice dripping with perverse satisfaction, "you'll have to mate me to avoid the shame."
"I would rather live with the shame," I shot back, venom lacing my words. My voice trembled, but I didn't waver. "You would suffer from it more than I."
His cruel laughter echoed around the room as he ground his hips against me, igniting a wave of revulsion so strong I felt bile rise in my throat. "Oh no, sweet Greta," he mocked, his grin twisted and demented. "I'll put all the blame on you, make you out to be the w***e who tempted me like a siren. After all, everyone knows how disruptive and rebellious you are."
His arm snaked a
