Chapter 70. Scream All You Want

CHARLOTTE

I was pinned, completely overpowered.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathed against my neck, his lips and teeth scraping my skin. “You like fighting. Makes it better when I make you surrender. Slut. I have always wanted my dick in a black bitch.”

“Stop please… you don’t have to do this… I…” (sobs loudly) “I’m a virgin… you have to believe me! This outfit… it doesn’t mean anything! I came from a pool party. Please, don’t do this! I beg you.”

“A virgin?” he sneered, his breath hot on my face.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his hand slid down from my chin, over my throat, and cupped my breast roughly through the flimsy swimsuit top.

I gasped, a sob catching in my throat.

“You don’t dress like a virgin. You don’t walk into a bar alone looking like this if you’re a virgin. That’s a good line, baby. But I’m not buying it.”

His fingers pinched my nipple, sending a shockwave of pain and violation through me. I cried out,