she cried wildly.“Make me,” he said in a voice she couldn’t recognize.She threw her head back and looked up at him defiantly, her pale eyes throwing off sparks as she panted with the unsuccessful effort to free herself. Her body felt like metal, stiff and icy, in the first brutal embrace she’d ever endured.“Did you expect to win?” he demanded, and his eyes burned with suppressed fury. “I could break your young body like a matchstick.”“All right, I’ll admit that you’re physically superior,” she panted angrily, “now will you let go of me?”“Not until I give you what you’ve been begging for ever since I came up those steps,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.Before she could ask him what he meant, his head lowered and she felt the crush of a man’s lips against her mouth for the first time in her young life.She stiffened at the hard, moist contact, at the urgent way he was trying to force her lips apart under the warmth of his, at the brutal way he was holding her so that she felt powerless against anything he might do.He was making no allowances at all for her innocence, her inexperience.
