Against All Odds - Angel's Story(25)

Before I have a chance to get up, Riley is standing over me. I look up at him. The evil look on his face makes my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he reaches down and grabs hold of my arm, pulling me roughly to my feet. I whimper at the pain it causes. It feels like my shoulder is being ripped out of its socket.

He starts dragging me towards the front yard of the house, next door to where the party is being held. “Let me go,” I say as I struggle to get out of his grip again.

“I’ll fucking teach you to make a fool of me,” is all he says as he shoves me to the ground beside some bushes. I land with a thud. Never in my life has anyone ever manhandled me like this.

I try to roll and stand, but the grass is wet and slippery. Riley grabs hold of my ankle and pulls me back down as he flips me onto my back. The ground is wet and cold against my back, but that’s the least of my worries right now. This time he falls to his knees and moves on top of me, pinning me down.

“Let me up,” I cry as I struggle to get out from underneath him.

“I don’t think so, bitch. I’m going to take what’s rightfully mine.” Shit. What does he mean by that? He crashes his lips roughly into mine. I can smell and taste the beer on his breath. It makes me sick. He makes me sick.

My hands go to his chest. Even though my wrist is still aching from my fall, I try with all my might to push his crushing weight off me. Jesus, why is he doing this to me?

He grabs hold of my hands yanking them above my head and pinning them to the ground. I try to scream but his mouth is still on me, so my cry is muffled. I start to thrash my body around, trying to get him off me. It doesn’t help. He’s too strong and heavy, probably twice my body weight.

My heart is racing so fast. With his mouth covering mine, and his crushing body weight on my chest, I’m finding it hard to breathe. Panic sets in with the realisation that he’s going to rape me, and there’s not a thing I can do to stop it. I can feel the warm tears as they run down the side of my face into my hairline.

He shifts his body and captures both my wrists in one hand, moving his other hand in between us. I can feel his erection pressing into my leg. Oh god no. When he lifts the middle part of his body off mine, I try to break free, again unsuccessfully. His other hand, chest and one of his legs still has me pinned down.

I hear his zip go down and I whimper. I still can’t believe what a monster he’s turning out to be. With his free hand he shuffles his body around and pulls down his jeans and underwear. Oh god, this is really happening. Why didn’t I listen to my gut when I first arrived at the party?

His hand then moves under my dress. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen or what he’s about to do, but I suddenly feel like I am going to pass out.

Riley uses one of his knees to forcefully spread my legs apart, while his free hand moves up the inside of my thigh, going straight to my panties. He reefs them to the side. “You’re not even wet,” he says with disgust, as his fingers rub against me. “What are you, frigid or something?”

If he thinks forcing himself on someone is a turn on, then he’s sicker than I thought. He plunges one of his fingers deep inside me. I cry out as pain shoots through me. I’m not turned on in the slightest, so what he’s doing hurts. His touch is so rough and forceful.

It’s nothing like the gentle, loving caresses I got when Chase and I were together. Him walking out on me that day, now seems to pale in comparison to what’s about to happen.

“Oh yes…you’re so tight. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you,” he groans. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since I picked you up tonight.” Bile burns my throat. His words make me sick to the stomach. He shifts his body again so he’s lying in between my legs. He moves his mouth away from mine and he looks down in between us, trying to line himself up with my opening. I take advantage of this and scream out.

“Help…somebody please, help me.” Oh God, I pray that someone can hear me.





CHAPTER SEVEN

Chase



When Benson asked Angel to get him another beer, I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s none of my business, but I was fucking fuming at the way he’d been treating her all night. I was so proud of her when she turned around and told him where to go. About time she put that fuckwit in his place.

The look on his face was priceless. When she stormed out I couldn’t help but laugh, but when he followed after her, everything in me wanted to go after them. I wanted to make sure she was okay. It’s not my place I know, so I decide to wait until he comes back inside with his tail between his legs, and then I’ll give that fucker a piece of my mind.