His grip on me was suffocating, and when he I looked at him, I realized with horror just how much he was enjoying this struggle. "If I bed you," he sneered, his voice dripping with perverse satisfaction, "you'll have to mate me to avoid the shame."
"I would rather live with the shame," I shot back, venom lacing my words. My voice trembled, but I didn't waver. "You would suffer from it more than I."
His cruel laughter echoed around the room. "Oh no, sweet Greta," he mocked, his grin twisted and demented. "I'll put all the blame on you, make you out to be the one who tempted me. After all, everyone knows how disruptive and rebellious you are."
His arm snaked around me like a choking vine, and he pulled me closer. It was violating the sanctity of my skin. "I’ll take you right here, rig
