My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls as I tried to figure out what to do next. If I fought back, I’d be screwed. He had money or he wouldn’t be ordering what he ordered. Which meant he’d call the police.

I had to get free before I lost my shit, but there was no corkscrew to save me this time. “Please release my arm, sir.”

His fingernails felt like fat daggers digging into my arm.

“Don’t be that way. I’m sure we can both have a good time.” He jerked my arm, and I fell against him, my chest pressed against his and I didn’t have a second to think before he squeezed my butt under my skirt.

All thoughts fled my mind except that I wanted him gone. Now.

His fingers slid under my panties, and I couldn’t breathe. It was like all the air had been sucked from the room, and I just wanted him to let go. He had to let go. And I knew in that instant I’d do whatever it took to get him off me.

I tried to shake free, but he was still gripping my arm painfully tight, and I was pinned between his body and the counter.

I couldn’t get away without hurting him, and I shouldn’t hurt him. Because he’d call the po—

His hand slipped deeper into my underwear, his finger trying to press inside me, and I snapped.

Everything that I’d felt for the last few days—for the last few years—boiled up. I couldn’t stand having this slimeball touching me. Not there. He didn’t get to do that. He didn’t get to violate me like that without getting his ass handed to him.

I moved fast—Aunare fast. In between one racing heartbeat and the next, I slammed my fist into his face.

Blood splattered onto me as his nose crunched and for the first time in a while, I smiled and meant it.

He screamed a pile of curses and released my ass to hold his face with one hand. The asshole wouldn’t release his grip on my arm. That had to change. Now.

His short nails ripped into my skin as I tried to free myself again, but I couldn’t get him to loosen his grip. Not without hurting him again.

“Let go.” It was the last warning I was going to give.

“You bitch—”

I spun, twisting my arm as I did, and he went with me. His shoulder gave a sickening pop as it dislocated.