He threw me facedown onto the mattress, the impact knocked the breath out of me.
Before I could roll over he was on me, knee between my thighs, one hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to arch.
"You think you can let another man put his hands on you and walk back into my arms like nothing happened?"
"Jesse, I swear in my life. That video is fake, I—"
"Shut up," he cuts in. "I know what I saw," he added, his eyes roaming my body lustfully.
His gaze turned dark, making a knot tighten in my stomach.
His free hand ripped my dress up over my hips, the fabric tore at the seam, cool air hit the backs of my thighs. "You don't get to talk, you get to take what I give you."
"And what exactly do you plan on giving me?" I managed to ask, voice low and hungry.
He smirked, a sinister smile played on his lips.
"Oh, Bella. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'd not be able to walk."
My stomach dropped, fear and anticipation built inside me. Mostly anticipation.
