Chapter 67

It's what I want. It shocks me, that after everything in my life, every man who ever tried to force himself on me, I want him to do this to me. He's right though; the thrill of what he's suggesting has me writhing and arching my body below him in wanton desire, almost begging him to take me with force. I've so much anger and aggression within me tonight and it needs release. This endless need to have Jake forcefully take me must have deeper, emotional roots but I don't care. Whatever messed up part of me switches this on is beyond my comprehension and I don't want to begin analyzing it. He sits up, letting go of me suddenly so he can lift his weight over me at a distance, giving me space. He releases my legs, too. His eyes meeting mine. "One little word, Emma, and I quit, okay? Just say stop and I'll leave you alone." He looks at me differently, apprehension in his eyes for a moment. His voice unsure. I steel my gaze, lift my hands, and shove him hard so he falls onto