Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“So, let’s go, then,” I challenged him. “What are you
waiting for?”
He leaned into my body, reached behind me, and wrestled
the pen out of my hand. “For you to bring bigger dogs to this
fight,” he gritted out through his teeth. “You can do better.”
My face flushed hot, and my legs went weak. He tore the
pen away from me and retreated. A moment later, I heard him
light another cigarette as I fought to tighten every muscle in
my body.
“I will,” I told him. “And no matter what you do, I will
never obey you.”
“Please don’t,” he shot back, dropping the lighter on the
table and blowing out smoke. “I have Arion for that.”
His footsteps approached again, and I braced myself.
“She’ll be useful,” he said. “On mornings when I wake up,
and I’m hard, and I just need to get inside something tight and
hot.”
My jaw clenched just a little more. The image of him and
my bed and one morning so long ago…
I ignored the sting in my eyes. GGod, I hated him.
“But at night,” he said, dropping his voice low and
stopping right in front of me again, “when I always have too
much energy, like you know I do, and I remember my mouth
on a stomach, damp with sweat, and my fingers stroking a bare
little cunt…”
My heart thumped against my chest, the memory of how
he felt making me pause.
“Maybe I’ll find my way three doors down the hallway to
her little sister’s room again,” he continued. “Slip her panties
down her legs and start eating…”
I shook my head, fighting the memories that raced through
my mind. “I won’t let you have anything else from me,” I told
him. “You raped me. And it wasn’t statutory rape. It was
rape.”