Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Rape Game: A Love Story
Lexie swallowed hard when Justin shut her front door and turned the lock. The final-sounding click of the deadbolt sped her breath and made her pussy clench.
He’d started the game. Simply by his hand twisting her apartment’s lock, he’d taken charge.
Her apartment. Justin’s rules.
Exactly the way they’d arranged.
She couldn’t help shivering with both dread and fascination. His presence in her sanctuary struck her as an invasion. Soon he’d invade her in other ways.
He just looked at her.
She toyed with the slender leather strap of her black purse. Excitement and fear rose up and swirled inside her until she had to speak. “I'm not sure what to do now.”
“You agreed to do everything I told you to.” His voice was low and firm. “Sit.” The slight tilt of his head indicated the closer of her breakfast bar’s two tall chairs. She caught a glimpse of the leather thong he used to tie back his rich dark hair. His hair—it fell a bit past his broad shoulders—pleased her. So did the brief white gleam of his teeth as he smiled. His sapphire blue eyes were too dark to read in the single lamp's light, not that light would've helped. Justin resisted understanding. But she wasn’t one to give up so easily. He mesmerized her. Fascinated her.