Touching Scars(77)

My mouth felt gross and I needed a good rinsing. After staring at myself, I bent forward again and swished water around, trying to remove any residual vomit or taste that stayed behind. When I lifted my head again, I was startled by another face looking at me in the mirror. I was just about to scream when I was turned and shoved harshly into the tile wall behind me. Adam covered my mouth with his hand to prevent any sound from escaping me.

“Not one peep. Understand?”

His eyes were nearly black, and I’d never seen someone look so lethal. Nodding my head in understanding, he stepped into me, pressing himself against my body. I whimpered.

“Good girl.”

He looked so smug. “My, my, you’ve been a busy girl, Katherine. I should have known you’d fall for my old best friend. The knight in shining armor. The war hero.” He spat the last part.

My chest was frantically moving up and down. I was breathing through my nostrils while his hand still prevented me from speaking. He leaned forward and ran his nose across the length of my throat and into my hair. “Fuck, you smell good.” I felt his erection grind into my stomach and I heaved. His hostile face shot to mine and he growled at me. “What, don’t I do it for you? That motherfucker out there get inside your pretty little head and tell you everything you wanted to hear, so now you don’t want me anymore?”

Oh, God. Was he delusional?

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Oh, Jesus, no. Not again! I’d never survive it if he forced himself on me again. I barely survived the last time. Flashbacks of his hands wrapping around my neck and choking the life from me slammed into the forefront of my brain.

Fight, Kat! Don’t let him win!

I wanted to live. I refused to let him destroy the last ounce of sanity I had left. I saw it dangling in front of me on a string and I needed to find a way to gain some control.

I squirmed a bit, trying to assess the hold he had on me. There was little to no wiggle room. His hand was still on my mouth and his other was firmly grasping my hip. It was going to leave a bruise, of that I was certain. I felt his hips shift forward as he dug himself into me. He moaned in my ear. He did it a few more times, each time his breath blowing across my face.

Oh my God, he was going to get off on me. I couldn’t let him do this. Using every ounce of strength in my body, I tried to shove at him. I bent my leg up, using my foot as leverage to push against the wall, but it was futile. He was stronger and bigger than I was, and he held me there with little effort.

His deep chuckle resonated in my chest. “Keep fighting, Katherine. I like it when you fight. It makes my dick even harder.” He thrust again. Tears pooled in my eyes at the realization that I was powerless.

“God, your mouth. I want your mouth on my cock. Except… I think you’d probably do something you’d regret if I let you suck me off. You wouldn’t be able to promise not use your teeth, would you?”

I was crying. Tears were streaming down my face. Adam had a fantasy in his head that he was letting me touch him. When his hand released my hip, I felt it travel forward and cup my sex. That was all it took.

My mind snapped and I screamed through his hand as loud as I could. I was sure nobody heard me with the music in the bar being so loud, but I would not be a victim again. My hands came up and I slapped and clawed at his face. I gripped his wrist that was still holding my mouth shut and dug my nails into his skin. Blood trickled out of the scratches. He hissed in pain, but still leveled a threatening smile at me.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

His hand left my mouth so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to register it before I felt a sharp sting peeling across my cheek. The taste of metal oozed into my mouth and I knew he broke the skin on my lip.

“Why do you make me hurt you? You’re too beautiful for bruises, Katherine.” His hateful eyes softened as his fingertips grazed my split lip.

“You’re disgusting. Fuck you!” I shouted, spitting in his face.

It earned me another slap across the other cheek. I was seeing stars, and I could already feel my cheek swelling. “You might hate me, but you are going to learn to love me.” He crashed his mouth down on mine, forcing his tongue between my lips. I gagged, which only made my mouth open further and gave him more access. He groaned as though it was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever tasted.

I started to clamp my mouth shut so I could bite his tongue, but he reached up and wrapped his fingers around my chin. He was holding my jaw open and I couldn’t close my lips any further. He continued to plunder my mouth while he held both of my wrists in his other hand. I was trapped again. My crying was at a hysterical peak and my whole body was shaking with my sobs.