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me inside. My arms flailed in vain for something else to grab. He threw me into the air and I landed on a soft mattress, my head hitting the wall behind the bed.
    Kaden tugged his shirt over his head, his chest and stomach heaving from anger and exertion. I pushed away as far as I could, my back pressed against the wall, but his hands were quick and around my ankle before I could kick them away. With one strong tug, my body went flying toward his. He descended on me like an eagle would its prey, his hands spread wide while his body quickly but gracefully bent down toward mine.
    I struggled to turn onto my stomach, attempting to crawl away from the beast of a man, but the smooth satin finish of the comforter provided little traction and all I managed to do was pull the top layer back from the pillows. Kaden's hard torso pressed against my back and he yanked my hips from the bed. One strong arm came under my stomach to hold me up and the free hand nimbly freed the button of my jeans and released the zipper.
    I clawed at the mattress, having already pulled all of the sheets and fittings away.
    "Please, don't do this," I begged, still too terrified to cry. But Kaden's large hands quickly had my jeans below my hips and around my knees. He ripped my underwear off in one strong swoop of his hand and I screamed again for him to stop. "No!"
    I pushed my body flat against the bed in a last attempt at self preservation but once again, Kaden's hands pulled at my waist, bringing my hips off the mattress and into his naked stomach. He felt warm against my bare skin but didn't stay that way for long. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to pull my head back, his elbow in the crook of my vaulted back. I waited, my craned neck and arched spine making it hard to breathe and impossible to move, but soon I felt the mattress shake as he climbed onto the bed behind me. His knees spread my thighs as wide as my jeans would allow and then I felt his fingers, wet with his own saliva no doubt, stroking between my legs.
    "Please stop," I whimpered between my feeble cries, closing my eyes and fighting to forget the pain in my back and neck.
    His fingers rolled between my clenched lips and pushed deep inside of me only once before being replaced by something much larger. I could feel his impatience and I screamed, rolling my hips under to postpone the inevitable. With one hand, he lifted me from the bed completely, as he forced himself into me with one powerful movement. The pain and the humiliation silenced my cries as the air caught in my throat.
    I tried not to feel anything as Kaden pulled my hips against his, deeper this time and with more conviction. But that was impossible. He filled me completely. "Please don't do this," I begged again, although I knew it was past the point of mattering.
    He pulled my hair back and pounded into me for a third time.
    "Kaden, please?" I croaked from my strained throat.
    Without warning he pulled out entirely and released my hair, flipping me onto my back and pinning me down by my shoulders.
    "What did you say?"
    I blinked, unable to react to his question. His face was so close and so incredibly difficult to read that I couldn't tell if I had offended him or appeased to him.
    "What did you say?" he repeated, his eyes closing as he screamed.
    "I said, 'please,'" I repeated, my mouth still dry.
    But Kaden shook his head. "No, you said my name."
    I turned my head away, trying to remember if that was true. I had said it to myself so many times before but had never spoken it aloud.
    "Say it again," he commanded as his fingers turned my face back toward his. His green eyes bore into mine so deeply that I couldn't refuse.
    "Kaden," I said, using as little of my voice as possible. But that was all he needed. His lips were on mine before I could take a breath and his hands worked to free my knees from my pants.
    His kiss wasn't how I remembered it; this one was forceful and demanding. But he tasted the same: