6. Mystery Woman
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MYSTERY WOMAN
W ithout turning to look at him, I let my gaze fall to the shelf above the wash basin where I had placed my handbag. “The money’s in my bag,” I start, letting my gaze linger on the bag, “take it.” The designer bag, let alone what is inside of it, is worth thousands.
“Now honey, I think you’re smart enough to know from our interaction at the club it’s not money I’m after,” he snickers, taking a step forward.
“I told you I’m not interested.”
Fear is a foreign concept to me. Even now, standing here with this stranger who is not going to let the night pass merely with a stolen bag, I can’t summon up a shred of fear. My voice never wavers, and my gaze as I look back up into the mirror is steely and hard. I am not one to lose and I will not go down without a fight.
“We can do this one of two ways, honey,” he starts, staring at me from beneath hooded eyes. “Either you make it easy on yourself and comply, or I drop your pants myself. I don’t mind me a bit of force, truth be told. Makes things…interesting.”
My unblinking doe eyes look back at him in the mirror, anticipating his next move. The longer we dance around one another, the more time I have to formulate a plan. There is no way I can outweigh him – he is twice my size, twice my age, and with more brawn than brains he would overpower me in a heartbeat. That didn’t mean I would make things easy for him.
“Take the money and leave,” I tell him. “There’s more than 60k in that bag.” That was more money than some people would see in their lifetime, but he didn’t seem to be interested.
I watch as he rolls his tongue out against his lips, licking them before he catches the edge of his bottom lip between his teeth. Greedy bastard. My defiance is turning him on. He is going to take what he wants from me and then take the money.
The stranger takes three more steps forward until he is standing right behind me, his disgusting alcohol breath hot on my skin. He reaches his hands out and grabs my hips roughly, pressing himself into me. His erection almost burns a hole in my jeans as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I shudder as he kisses my shoulder, then licks up my throat.
“I hope that shiver you just cast my way means you’re taking the easy way, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, licking behind my ear as his hands settle on my breasts. I say nothing as his hands and tongue glide across my body; I understand that I can probably do more damage if I catch him unawares. I don’t want this animal’s hands on me, but I throw my head back in mock ecstasy as he continues to kiss up and down my neck, his hands squeezing my tits into painful points. I reach a hand back to weave it into his hair and pull him into me, urging him on as I thrust my ass back into him. His breath comes harder and faster as his hard on grows.
He is so invested in my complacency that the first jab catches him entirely off guard. I manage to hit him square in the gut as I throw my elbow back, and he staggers backward while I scramble to turn around and face him head on. He is only momentarily dazed, before he rights himself then lifts his eyes to meet mine, letting out a menacing grunt.
“Did I say I enjoy a little force?” he asks, lunging toward me with such agility, he knocks the wind out of me. I go hurtling backward into the basin, my back folding over it awkwardly. “Looks like you enjoy force in your foreplay too. We’re going to enjoy this, sweet cheeks.”
The stranger takes a moment to unbutton his jeans before lunging toward me. I lift my leg and aim it at his body, my heel connecting with his thigh to send him stumbling backward. It isn’t enough to send him to the ground, but it makes him angrier, and he rears his head and grunts before he lunges, pushing me backward and pinning me to the wall with an arm at my throat. He moves a hand to his jeans, pushing them down until they fall around his ankles as I struggle to breathe. He presses into my body again, rendering me helpless as I’m pasted against the wall, futile hands clawing at his arm.
“Want to play it rough, sweet cheeks? That your poison?” He loosens his chokehold on me and I take deep, heavy gasps of air before his arm rises to hold my head to the wall again. His other hand goes down toward my jeans as he tries to force them down past my hips. I could safely – and gladly – say my jeans are damn near perfect in their tightness. There is no way he’ll be able to get them down with only one hand, and my internal angel snickers at the irony. Then relents as he grabs me off the wall forcefully and bends me forward over the basin, using his own body to hold me down as both his hands fumble with my jeans. I can feel the fabric cutting into my skin with every vicious pull as he struggles to push the jeans down.
“Don’t do this,” I warn him, between clenched teeth. Not an ounce of fear or pleading in my voice, just steady and firm and controlled. “You don’t know who you’re messing with…”
“We can get acquainted later, honey. After I’ve driven my big, hard cock so far into you, it’s going to shred you to pieces and come out the other side.”
When he manages to push my jeans painfully past the swell of my ass, I hear his grunt of appreciation as he takes hold of my thong, stretches it, then lets it go smacking loudly against my skin. I bite back the pain as I imagine my skin reddening and he traces the outline of the band against my lower back.
“We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs into my hair, bringing his face back to my neck.