VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

My gaze flicked between his. "Go ahead then. I can take whatever you dish out."

He smirked, then scoffed. "We'll see about that."

His hand grabbed hold of my braided hair, then he pulled me toward the bed, pushing me face-first onto it.

I struggled against his hold, my heart pounding as my brain raced with wicked scenarios of what he was going to do.

His hands bore down on my neck, his hold like granite.

I thrashed harder, my chest tightening as breathing became ...