The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Hands come around to grab my breasts and I lash out furiously, trying to yank free with little effect, wriggling to move but it’s almost futile. I’m held taut, and I can only imagine they think the super drug is going to render me docile at any minute. I start to panic. So many flashing images running through my head to send me over the edge if I let that pervert back in to render me useless. I claw away the visuals and try to focus on staying here, in the now.

“What the fuck, Cam?” I snap at her, but the male behind me yanks me back against him harder, clutching my breasts painfully from behind, diving into my naked neck and shoulder and biting my skin with little care to leaving marks. I react psychotically, turning in his arms with new found strength from a sudden adrenaline boost, yanking my wrists free and throwing my hands at his chest with slaps and shoves that are quickly restrained with fast reflexes and what feels like a million hands.

“She’s a feisty one. You know I love me some fucking fire, Cam.” He laughs at me and looks over my head, trying to back me further into the secluded area with him. I struggle and fight, head full of that girl being pounded against the wall, panicking like crazy, tears biting my eyes and heart exploding in my chest.

I don’t hear her response, don’t turn to see her before he dives in again, yanking me cruelly close with strong hands and forces his mouth on mine, his grip on my arms biting hard. Teeth clash against my lips which I have slammed shut, in the most painful way.

He’s not the kind of young boozed up asshole I’m used to dealing with; he’s about thirty-five maybe more, strong, well-built, and obviously works out. He just reeks of money and power and no way in hell am I able to fight him off. He’s intent on getting what he thinks he’s owed. Some sort of sex hungry prick with little concern about raping women it seems. I open my mouth and bite his lip hard, tasting blood with satisfaction, trying like crazy to get him off me, but he’s like an octopus with limbs encircling and trapping me. He grabs me by the throat and tightens harshly, hurting and choking off my air supply, pulling me into his mouth with a deadly evil gaze, right into my eyes which makes me momentarily mute. I’m completely terrified. Gasping at the shock of his swift reaction, aware that I can’t inhale, or swallow and my body goes limp.

mean in pleasure. Camilla owes me. Pipe down and let the drugs take effect, you will thank me for it later.” His cruel words calm me momentarily, my body reeling in shock and that

help me with wild eyes and tears falling freely. I don’t know why I think she will, considering the bitch tried to drug me. She blows me a kiss, cold and uncaring and turns on her heel with a little smirk. Disappears into the crowds

to give in because I know I can’t win. It isn’t in me to give in that easily, even when my father abused me for years. He left me

guidance, and right now, I wish I’d listened to him and took more lessons. I get a twisted sense of satisfaction when I collide with something soft, then hard, with a force to hurt my own limb in the process, and he lets

tugs me back to him so I collide once more. This time he grabs me by the throat and pulls me tight to him, so I’m nose to nose. Squeezing so I can’t breathe, can’t take a breath and I panic. I grasp at his fingers with both hands, no longer fighting to get away, but fighting to take in air as, that terror-inducing fear points out I can’t. I’m suffocating and I’m going to black out if he doesn’t let up on my throat. His grip is superhumanly tight, and

a little, so my feet scrape the floor, making it tighter. Weird gasps come from my mouth and he

and power, you can make anything go away, and he knows it. This obviously isn’t the first time

the hell is Camilla

fucked. I’ve been on the receiving end of an overpowering male, intent on sticking his dick inside you. I know how useless a girl can be when faced with brute strength, regardless of where we are. I resign myself to the fact that I can’t fight, no one’s going to save me,