She spat, glaring at him with desperate anger, her breath ragged as she tried to twist away.
Demian only sneered, his eyes wild and unhinged.
"No right? Are you fucking kidding me?" He pressed her harder into the bed, his grip cruel and unforgiving. "I own you, Valerie. You're mine. Only mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want. You think you can run off and act like some cheap slut in front of everyone? No fucking way not as long as you belong to me."
He yanked her closer, his face inches from hers, hot breath scorching her skin.
"You don't get a say tonight. Your body answers to me. Scream, beg, fucking cry I'll still take what's mine. Remember that." Then he slammed his mouth onto hers again, biting and forcing her lips open, drowning out her protests with his ferocious, punishing kisses.
Demian was a man completely unhinged that night. He forced himself on Valerie again and again, utterly ignoring her every scream and wailing cry that tore through the room.
