“Jessica, take off your pants.”

I clenched inside as he gave me the order. A vicious voice echoed inside my head. Shut up and take off your pants. Bend over. That’s it.

I’m with Luke. He would never hurt me. He’s not like him.

I blinked and my eyes refocused. His face wore a concerned look as he tilted my head with a finger.

“Are you okay?”

I wasn’t sure. I was consumed with desire for him and yet there was still a prickle of fear. There was doubt when I knew there shouldn’t be. I hated how that bastard somehow managed to ruin every intimate moment I had with a man I really wanted. Would this ever go away? No, I won’t let him ruin this for me. I’m not broken. I reached down and pulled my jeans off.

His face softened. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Luke knelt down and his fingers played with the thin cotton of my panties. His middle finger curled underneath, stroking the slightly damp mound, riding between my lips. I gasped as I felt him and widened my stance. It was like a ball of electrical current pounding between my legs.

He planted wet kisses on the inside of my thighs, gently teasing the fabric. Fingernails scraped my skin as he pulled the panties down, and then I could feel his warm breath billowing over my mound. Oh, Jesus. My legs trembled and I actually let out a moan. His lips kissed my mound and his tongue quickly darted out, sliding between my lips.

“Luke—oh!”

No one had ever done this to me. The wet, slippery tongue nudged my clit, penetrating me as his mouth closed over it all as if he wanted to devour me. Then he sucked hard and I fought the urge to grind myself against his mouth. It just felt so goddamn good, and my juices were flowing all over his mouth, making wet, obscene noises that made my chest flush. Then his mouth pulled away and cold air stung my wet core; he planted another kiss on my mound before I yanked him to his feet.

He was smiling in a self-assured way, brimming with the confidence that had first drawn me to him. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

I pulled his head close to me, so that we could both feel each other’s breath. I kept sliding my hands up and down his gorgeous neck, sliding my thumbs over the bump on his throat, loving every inch of him.

“You couldn’t resist me either.”

His slightly swollen lips beckoned me. I couldn’t resist any part of him; I was addicted. My mouth crashed against his and I didn’t care that I could taste myself on his lips; I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. My palm ran along the hard bump in his jeans.

The first button popped out easily and my fingers moved deftly, unzipping his pants and slipping off the tight, black briefs so that I could cradle the whole length of him in my hands. Suddenly, a dark thought entered my mind.

“Let’s go in the bathroom.”

“Sure.”

Luke’s face was glowing as he followed me into the tiled bathroom. He had no idea what was happening inside my mind. I stood in front of the mirror above the sink, watching myself in fascination as a handsome, dark-haired man enveloped his arms around my belly and kissed my neck.

I sighed with every hot kiss he planted on my neck, melting away some of my anxiety. With every glance in the mirror, I felt dread rising in my throat like vomit. “Help me, Luke.”

“With what? Your heart’s beating really fast.”

He could feel it pounding under my left breast. I turned around and gripped Luke’s waist, trying to bury myself in his comforting warmth. I couldn’t. I kept feeling the palm of Vincent’s hand, slamming into my back. I grabbed the edge of the sink as I was thrown forward and looked up, marveling at the cruelty of someone with such a beautiful face.

No, don’t!

He spread me open with his hands and I felt the hard, piercing pain of something thick being forced inside me, splitting me open. My screams echoed in that small bathroom, loud enough for anyone inside the house to hear. When I twisted my body to get away, he grabbed my long hair and yanked hard. When it was over, he left me bleeding on the floor and my mouth gaped in a silent scream as I buried my face in Luke’s chest.

The man who said he wanted me held me against him, whispering things in his soothing voice that made the pain and violence slowly fade away. I never told him about any of it, but somehow, he knew. Instinctively, he knew when I was hurting and how exactly to comfort me. I sniffed as my chest filled with a feeling that I couldn’t yet place. I wanted to cry, but I wasn’t upset.

“Jessica, maybe you’re not ready for this. We don’t have to do anything; I’m happy just to be with you.”

It was such a perfect thing to say, but I shook my head. “No, I want this.”

He looked at me doubtfully, but I took his hands and I let him feel how wet I was.

The cocky grin was back on his face. “You do, don’t you?”

My core heated as his eyes lingered over my breasts. He backed me against the cold wall, drinking every square inch of me with his eyes. My eyes fell on the thickness between his legs, which stood at attention like a soldier. I wrapped my fingers around him and tugged gently, remembering how incredible it had felt to have all of him inside me. His arms snaked around my back and suddenly lifted me onto his waist.

I giggled as my legs wrapped around him, marveling at the strength in his arms. His eyes were full of that irresistible, frightening intensity and I knew that he couldn’t wait another moment. I saw his powerful back in the mirror, my legs locked around him. He crushed me against the wall and thrust upward, his cock impaling my needy warmth. The pleasurable shock of it erupted through my mouth in a guttural moan.

Every thrust made my thighs tighten around his waist. Every roll of his powerful back rocked through me, grinding my back against the wall. Something was shifting inside as his thrusts became more urgent. I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails in his flesh, not caring about anything in the world except this wonderful feeling shooting through my body. He plunged into my depths, our mouths meeting and parting in gasping breaths, and I felt the pressure building. I trembled and came hard, my core contracting around him.

Luke’s breathing was fast and he might have said something, and then his deep groans filled the small bathroom. His hips slammed me against the wall, and he buried his face in my neck, breathing hard. He stayed there for a moment, his thickness buried deep inside me, and then his arms shook as he lowered me to the floor.

“God, Luke.”

He gave me a shaky laugh. “That was pretty amazing.”