Chapter 5 · First inch lands

He tore the rest of my shirt and pinned me. I trembled. Pride refused.

Then he slid inside on the first breath and claimed the withheld inch.

"Look at me. Don't you dare run from this." He thrust harder, deeper, snapping hips, again and again, until the rhythm broke. My mind said no. My body said yes. I came around him. He finished inside me and marked me.

Then he clipped the worse rider to the ledger.

The rivet at the panic-room bunk bit my wrist as he stayed inside the next grinding inch. I refused to count 1 while soaked wet heat dragged across that rivet.

The latch at the panic-room bunk bit my throat as he stayed inside the next grinding inch. I refused to count 2 while soaked hot heat dragged across that latch.

The hinge at the panic-room bunk bit my hip as he stayed inside the next grinding inch. I refused to count 3 while soaked raw heat dragged across that hinge.

The grate at the panic-room bunk bit my knee as he stayed inside the next grinding inch.