his flat stomach. Her heart pounded as the awful memories came
flooding back. Like a cornered animal, she backed away from him,
her fear hanging tangibly in the room.
But he was past noticing. Fueled by the liquor he had been
steadily consuming since early evening, his lust was single-
minded. He stalked her slowly, his eyes on the twin globes of her
breasts. She backed into a wall and then could go no farther.
Fingers like steel bit into her arms as he dragged her to the bed
and lowered his body onto hers. She struggled wildly, finding a
strength she did not know she possessed. But it was futile. Easily
capturing both her fragile wrists in one of his powerful hands, he
pinned them to the bed above her head, and then he cupped one
round breast, running his thumb back and forth over the tip.
Noelle's teeth bit into her bottom lip, drawing blood; at that
moment she would have welcomed death. However, her
humiliation was just beginning.
With one powerful knee, he forced her legs apart, brutally
exposing her soft, virginal petals to his scrutiny. But it was no
tender lover who gazed down on her. It was a man driven by devils
and obsessed with some mysterious revenge. She felt his hardness
press against her opening. He trust himself inside her, brutally
ripping her maiden's veil as she screamed with heart-rending
agony.
"Good Christ!" he murmured hoarsely.
But it was too late. Passion overrode his reason. He thrust more
and more deeply until he exploded within her.
Chapter Three
The smells were what finally awakened her—they assaulted
her senses. The hand near her face was perfumed with honeysuckle
from the soap she had used; the crisp aroma of starched sheets
his flat stomach. Her heart pounded as the awful memories came
flooding back. Like a cornered animal, she backed away from him,
her fear hanging tangibly in the room.
But he was past noticing. Fueled by the liquor he had been
steadily consuming since early evening, his lust was single-
minded. He stalked her slowly, his eyes on the twin globes of her
breasts. She backed into a wall and then could go no farther.
Fingers like steel bit into her arms as he dragged her to the bed
and lowered his body onto hers. She struggled wildly, finding a
strength she did not know she possessed. But it was futile. Easily
capturing both her fragile wrists in one of his powerful hands, he
pinned them to the bed above her head, and then he cupped one
round breast, running his thumb back and forth over the tip.
Noelle's teeth bit into her bottom lip, drawing blood; at that
moment she would have welcomed death. However, her
humiliation was just beginning.
With one powerful knee, he forced her legs apart, brutally
exposing her soft, virginal petals to his scrutiny. But it was no
tender lover who gazed down on her. It was a man driven by devils
and obsessed with some mysterious revenge. She felt his hardness
press against her opening. He trust himself inside her, brutally
ripping her maiden's veil as she screamed with heart-rending
agony.
"Good Christ!" he murmured hoarsely.
But it was too late. Passion overrode his reason. He thrust more
and more deeply until he exploded within her.
Chapter Three
The smells were what finally awakened her—they assaulted
her senses. The hand near her face was perfumed with honeysuckle
from the soap she had used; the crisp aroma of starched sheets
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