“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t toy with me.”

“I’m not.”

“What is this, then?” She shook her head, mad at herself because she wanted so much. Too much from him. “You know something? Forget it. Get off of me.”

“We both know you don’t want me to.”

“That ship has sailed, buddy.”

“If I touch you, you’ll be wet, Zilla.”

“That’s not consent, asshole.”

“I don’t need your consent.” His words went through her like arrows. Like something electric and buzzing. “To have you. To have what I want. To give you what you have been begging for.”

“I haven’t begged—”

He laughed and she struggled against him again. But he only smiled at her and to protect what was left of her pride she finally went still.

Don’t give him anything. Not one other thing. He already has so much.

His non-descript blond hair was longer these days and it fell over his face in a way that if her hands were free and he wasn’t threatening to rape her, she’d stroke lovingly off his face.

He put his weight over Zilla in a way that made it impossible for her to move. She was completely immobile under him. And she did not want to be excited.

But she was.

So excited it felt like pain. So in love it felt like pain. So heartbroken…well, the point was made.

If her arms were free, she could wrap them around his neck. Kiss his ear. Bury her nose right at the edge of his stiff white collar. All those small places. The tender places that he never let her touch with care. With love. If she punched him there, he’d grunt with approval. If she tried to kiss him, he’d leave her.

“My way doesn’t work, Zilla. You’re still here. You came here.”

“Damn right I did.” That girl came to her asking for help. What was she supposed to do? Ignore her? Look the other way? If Jacob knew her at all, he knew she couldn’t do that.

Suddenly, Jacob leaned back, letting go of her hands just as he shoved the skirt of her dress up over her hips. She was so stunned she didn’t do anything. Didn’t say anything. She didn’t fight as he pulled off the thong she’d been wearing.

He got on his feet.

Stood beside the bed and started to take off his belt.

Zilla sat up. Telling herself it could be a trap. That she should be careful. But he had his zipper down, his hand in his pants, pulling out the long length of his cock.

“Jacob?”

“We’ll try it your way, Zilla.”