Chapter 13. Out of a Fairy Tale

Aubrianne Ivanov

Ron hovers over me and quickly adjusts to holding my hands above my head, shifting between my legs as he grinds himself into me. Making sure, I felt his rigid member on my barely covered core, and my body racked with fright in response.

“You think you can just walk away from me? Do you think you could just walk out of my life just like that? You think it will be THAT easy, huh?” He rambles off question after question angrily as spit sprinkles on my face, causing me to recoil in disgust, turning my face to the side.

I plead and beg for him to stop when he continues his actions. My pleas fell on deaf ears—I continued to fight against him. I push my body upwards to push off some of his weight and try to wiggle out from under him.

However, that fight sets him off. It riled him up further, and he ground into me more aggressively.

His face morphed into someone I honestly did not know. It was the mask of a man taken over by insanity.