No. No, we were not doing this.

When he forced his tongue inside, I bit down on it. Hard.

He yanked away, his bruising grip on my neck digging in painfully, and then shoved me down on the bed. Before I could roll away, he climbed on top of me and used his weight to keep me there.

I kicked and punched and writhed and screamed. "Stride! I'm telling you to stop."

Without a word, he banded my arms above my head with one hand. A horrific glint burned deeply in his ...