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and the door. I heard JD cuss behind me and the heavy fall of his boots on the carpet. Time seemed to move in slow motion when my hand finally hit the doorknob. My wrist rotated as I frantically turned it. The door didn’t open and I never made my escape…because by the time I realized that the door was locked, JD had knocked me clear across the fucking room.
    I hit so hard that my vision was suddenly blurry and pain gripped every nerve ending in my body. Crumpling to the floor, I could hear JD moving in my direction, but I was unable to move, unable to escape his large hands when they reached down to pick me up and launch me onto the bed.
    I cried out as soon as my shoulder hit the thin mattress and the rough fabric of the comforter scraped against my exposed skin. Reaching out, I grabbed the headboard before the inertia could bounce me off the mattress and back onto the floor. He was on top of me in seconds, my hands being pulled together and bound once again. Straddling my chest, his angry expression burned down at me, the once golden amber of his eyes now a startling black. His hand came up as if he was going to slap me across the face and I flinched sideways avoiding the impending blow. Instead of hitting me, his hand came down on my hair, holding my head in place while he stared down at me. His anger was obvious in his narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. The tan skin of his face darkened with red rage.
    “What the FUCK was that, Munch? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Is that it?” Releasing my hair, he sat back so that the weight of his body pressed on my abdomen and knocked the wind from my lungs.
    Gaped open, my mouth was wide as my lungs struggled to pull in air. I couldn’t respond to him – wouldn’t respond – because I was so fucking angry that I’d ended up in this position to begin with. I was supposed to be tougher than this. My entire life, I’d mouthed off to men just as mean as the one sitting on top of me and I’d be damned to start playing the submissive role to them now. Fucking bikers were all my life ever consisted of and I was never given the opportunity or the chance to find a different path. It was bullshit and I cursed whatever fucking God it was that had a good chuckle at the expense of the life I’d been assigned.
    When all I did was stare back up at him, a grimace added to his already lethal expression. “Okay, we’ll play this your way. You want to be all big and bad? You want to fuck with me by trying to think you can outrun me? Fine. It’s about time I show you what I’m capable of.”
    His hands released mine and when they gripped my shirt, I attempted to push him away with my bound hands. He must have weighed twice as much as me and despite my efforts, a ripping sound echoed through the room as he tore the cloth apart. The cold air of the room met with my heated skin and my nipples hardened, regardless of the fact that I wasn’t anywhere near turned on. Tears escaped my eyes when I realized that the inevitable would happen: right here, right now and on top of a nasty mattress with a blanket that would most likely burn as it rubbed against my skin.
    His weight moved down my body until he was sitting on my legs. No matter how much I twisted and turned, I couldn’t throw him. My legs were plastered in place and I was unable to kick. Large fingers were on the button of my jean shorts and the zipper ripped down as soon as he pushed the metal button through the loop. He climbed off me, reaching over to continue holding me in place as he slipped the material off my legs. I brought up my knees in my attempt to stop him, but it was useless when his hand came down and his fingers pressed into the side of my knee, threatening to pop the cap out of place. I yelped, lowering my leg as he ripped the jean shorts away from my body. Panic gripped me so tightly that I barely registered the fact that he was talking.
    “You keep asking me to rape you. So, I’m not understanding why