Chapter 77

He yanks me closer, pinned to the desk with that steel holding me still, my nose starting to run with what I presume is blood from being hit, and he starts grabbing at my wrist to control me better. I reach out and claw whatever I can on the arseholes head and face. I try to dislodge the infernal killing machine enough to keep breathing and struggle against him as he pulls one hand free. He has his back to my escape, and try as I might, I need to hold on until someone, anyone answers that alarm and bursts in here.

I let go, the metal digging in further, so I cough in pain, and tears fill my vision with what he’s doing, but I know help is coming. I have no time to go weak with panic and fear, even though my body is soaring on adrenaline and shaking like crazy.

I knew fake nails had a purpose beyond prettiness. I get another stinging smack to the face when I catch his eyes with my nails, muffling a cry. I may be being grappled at by a paid goon with a gun and hard-on, but