Deceived by Stephanie Nelson Page B

my skirt.
    Panic surged through me at what was about to happen. I flailed in his arms, but he only pinned me against one of the pyramids. Ian captured my wrist in one hands and held them above my head while his free hand ripped my shirt open. Tears streamed down my face, but he ignored them. “Stop!” I screamed.
    His mouth captured my nipple, and he sucked until it had turned hard. His hand trailed down my body and began its decent between my legs. I clamped my thighs shut, but the attempt only made him laugh. Ian rubbed his fingers in circles over my vagina, then he struck. His fangs sunk into my neck, and I cried out in pain. It wasn’t anything like what I had experienced before. His bite was agonizing. It felt as if an animal was chewing on my jugular. I screamed and cried but he only sucked harder.
    “I’d play nice if I were you,” he said against my skin. “I can make it hurt,” Ian warned and bit down to prove just how much pain he could cause. “Or I can make it feel good.” He continued to rub the spot between my legs and a euphoria washed through me when he bit down again.
    “Doesn’t that feel good, Gwen? Don’t you crave it? Don’t you want to feel me push inside of you while I drink?” I was brought back to sanity while he spoke. The venom of his bite still made my body weak in the knees, but I could think more clearly now.
    “No. I don’t want anything to do with you. I hate you!” I said between clenched teeth.
    Anger flashed in his eyes and he struck again. The waves of rapture washed through me once again and moans tore from my lips. I knew what he was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t control my reaction to it. If he wanted, he could have me naked and straddling his cock without a fight from me.
    Ian continued rubbing between my thighs; the friction of his hands moving faster and faster bui lding a feeling of torment deep within me until, with on e last pull on my neck, an orgasm shot through me causing me to cry out from the strength of it
    My eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and relaxation. Hands roamed my body and explored every inch of me. I sat up quickly and punched whatever was touching me. “Get away from me!”
    “ Ow , what was that for?” Aiden asked, holding his cheek.
    “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I thought you were him.” I jumped off of the bed and went to Aiden’s side. Deceived
    “Him, who?”
    “Ian.” Tears streaked down my face at the memory. I had been helpless against him, and he molested me. I felt queasy and had to sit down. I looked down at my shirt but it was still intact. My fingers reached up to feel my neck, but the flesh was unflawed.
    “What happened, Gwen?” Aiden knelt in front of me and rubbed my arms. The a ction should have comforted me, but at the moment, I couldn’t stand to be touched. I felt dirty and unworthy of his concern. I pushed past him. The longer I was awake, the more I remembered. Every detail slammed into focus. I slid down the wall, cradling my head and sobbed uncontrollably.
    “Gwen, please tell me what happened. What did he do?” Aiden asked again. He walked over to me, careful not to touch and eyes filled with worry. Once he heard what I’d done, he’d hate me. I should have fought harder or used my magic to fend him off. I shouldn’t have fallen under the spell of his venom.
    “Damn it, Gwen. Tell me what happened!” Aiden’s voice rose in pitch and made me jump. I could imagine what he must be thinking, seeing me crouched and hysterical. His anger would only get worse once he learned what happened.
    “I’m sorry, Aiden. I should have stopped it, but he’s so much stronger than I am.” I managed to get the words out in a complete sentence. I looked up at him and saw fear set in his blue eyes. I could almost see the puzzle pieces forming a solid picture as he looked at me.
    “Son of a bitch!” he screamed and brought his fist down on the desk beside me. It cracked in two and fell to the floor, debris flying