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Rebecca's brain was scrambling to process what was going on. So, she did the most logical thing: screamed her lungs out like a madwoman.
"Helllp! Robberr! Thiefff! Murd—"
Her high-pitched shriek got cut off when the dude slapped a rough hand over her mouth. His hand was like sandpaper against her soft lips, making her feel queasy and something else she didn't want to think about.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, his voice like gravel. "You've got survival skills of a two year old. I could just choke you out right now if I wanted."
Panic started taking over as she wiggled under him, but his grip only tightened. "Stop squirming. Don't you remember what I told you about dumb blondes? Still wanna wiggle?" he chuckled darkly, though his voice was all sharp edges.
She wasn't sure if it was the look of defiance in her eyes or something else but he decided to ease his grip a bit. "Alright, let's see what you got, princess," he taunted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and contempt. "Show me how tough you really are."
But that was all the chance she needed. She twisted, squirmed, and managed to get her teeth on his hand, biting down hard.
"Fuck!" he yelped, yanking his hand back. "Fucking finally, a little fight," he grunted, shoving her back down as he took a step back. But before he could fully react, Rebecca took her shot, kicking him in the shin.
He stumbled back, but only for a second. "You little shit," he snarled, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something hotter. "Think you're tough now? You're just digging your own grave."
He lunged at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and slamming her against the wall. "Try that again, and I'll make sure you regret it," he said, his voice low.
Rebecca's breath hitched as he pressed his body against hers, his heat and strength overwhelming. "You think you are brave? I bet you're on the verge of pissing your pants right about now." he growled, his face inches from hers.
"Yeah, you look real scary," she shot back, her voice trembling but fierce. "But you're just a creep in a mask."
He smirked, leaning in closer. "You have no idea, love. I could have you screaming for a whole different reason if I wanted to."
She struggled, but he kept her pinned, his hands roaming as he made sure she couldn't break free. "Feel that? That's me making sure you remember who's in charge here," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
She could feel his breath on her neck, his body heat radiating against her skin. His grip was firm, possessive, and it made her shiver. His voice was rough, every word dripping with raw authority.
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MIDNIGHT LUST (18+): TRS 1
Romance*Warning: It's dirty, it's dominant, and it's unapologetically hot. The story contains mature content. Read at your own discretion.* Rebecca's life was about to get a hell of a lot messier than she ever imagined. When a big, bad robber storms into h...
