"Let me go!" I scream against his fingers.
His scent warps around me. Smoke from the explosion. His blood. His rage. And something else underneath that makes something long dead inside me steer alive. It should be a fucking sin that the Devil smells good. Or that I notice.
Bitter tears bite against my eyes as I think through every move Draven taught me in defending myself and come to the realization that Ruin isn't stupid. He knows I can fight back and has me pinned in such a manner that I cannot physically push him off. Hurting myself to get him away won't help either because he has me physically incapacitated.
His mouth lingers on my neck, his warm breath on my skin sending shivers of disgust through my entire body. My nipples tighten anyway, misinterpreting the message being sent to my brain. "The harder you struggle, the more rewarding it is. Have you learned nothing?"
