“How?” Sam asked simply.
“Don’t fucking matter how.”
Sam didn’t like Connor but she was pleased with the news. With Ashdown out the way she would have to apologise to Eduardo for him wasting his trip and promise to make it up to him. She smiled at the thought of what that would entail. She would be able to lose Connor the next morning at the airport if not before. Then it would be straight to London to see Eduardo.
“Fancy a bit of that, do you?” Connor leered, interrupting her thoughts.
Sam followed his gaze to the television screen. A naked bum was moving up and down at a rapid rate that was causing the young woman underneath on the ground, to make loud appreciative noises. Connor’s gaze was now fixed firmly on the screen and the late night movie that was playing.
Sam hoped he wasn’t going to become a nuisance. She tried ignoring him.
“I forgot. I’m not good enough for you,” Connor sneered.
“Piss off,” she said, as she made to head for the security of the bathroom.
He lunged for her and grabbed her arm, pulling her down beside him on the bed. She twisted and lashed out with her feet and hands but he covered her with his much larger body, making it impossible for her to escape.
“The more you fight, the more I like it,” Connor warned.
He had hold of her wrists and there was no way she could escape, so she gave up struggling and lay limp under his weight. She could smell the whisky on his breath as he leaned close to kiss her. She turned her head to the side trying to avoid his lips, then suddenly relaxed and turned back, smiling encouragingly. For a second he thought he’d won, then she spat venomously straight into his face. His jaw fell open, then he composed himself and didn’t even bother wiping away the spittle running down his cheek. He smiled and she knew then that she was in deep trouble. He hit her with an open palm hard across her face.
“You’ll regret that, bitch. I was just going to play with you a bit but not now. Not after that.”
She thought about screaming but knew it wasn’t an option. She’d brought this on herself and was just going to have to get through it. He wouldn’t enjoy it. She wouldn’t fight him. She’d just lie and do nothing like a statue. She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him and felt his hand crushing her left breast. The other hand was already roughly pulling open the buttons on her jeans.
Her own hands were now free but she was resigned to the inevitable. There was no point in fighting and provoking him further. He pushed his hand up under her T-shirt and freed one breast. His lips covered her nipple and she hated the way it responded of its own accord by becoming hard and erect. She was just grateful he wasn’t trying to kiss her on the lips anymore. If he put his fucking tongue in her mouth she was going to bite it off. He had his hand between her thighs and her dryness made her cry out when he tried to thrust two fingers inside her.
“Wait,” she pleaded. “Not like this. You’re hurting. You can have me properly if you take it slowly.”
He looked into her eyes. “No games,” he said hoarsely. “Or I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Take my trousers off,” she said quietly. She’d never felt so degraded in her life but her only thought was of the revenge she’d extract. For now she had to get through this with the minimum damage. She doubted it would take long for him to finish. In five minutes it will all be over. Then she would make him pay for a very long time, for his few minutes of pleasure.
He climbed off the bed and standing at her feet pulled her jeans down off her ankles. She pushed her knickers halfway down her legs and he finished the job. She didn’t bother removing her top.
He was already erect and to Sam he looked absurd standing there, still wearing his shirt and socks but she didn’t feel like laughing.
“On your hands and knees,” he commanded. He undid his shirt buttons and removed it while leering at her.
So you like it doggy style Sam thought. That suits me. I won’t have to look at your bastard leering face. She did as instructed but he didn’t move behind her as she had expected. Instead he moved in front of her. The truth dawned on her what he wanted. She wasn’t as tough as she liked to pretend. She couldn’t go through with this. Anything was suddenly preferable.
“Please don’t,” she begged. “I can’t...” Her voice tailed off. She could see the anger in his face.
She sat back on her hips before turning away to try and clamber from the bed. He grabbed for her hips and pulled her back toward him. She tried to break his grip but he was too strong and she heard him utter a sound between laughter and a snort of derision.
She fought to control her fear and distaste for him. She knew the more she resisted he was likely to enjoy forcing her and the end result would in any case be the same. Anyway, she’d lost the strength to continue fighting. She just wanted this over. She felt her arse being raised off the bed and realised he did after all intend to take her doggy style, while he remained standing at the end of the bed. She could cope with that. It was impersonal. It was what she had been ready to accept originally. She fought unsuccessfully to stem the tears and assumed the position he wanted. She felt his hand on her breasts
