Chapter 48

The bartender grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to force me to look up at him.

I glare at him as a wave of revulsion washes over me when he presses the bulge in his pants against my stomach.

I blame myself for this, knowing all too well how men can be. They don't take no for an answer and they don't know when to stop. But can I really blame him? I invited him here. That doesn't mean he isn't an asshole.

"You can't get me all hard and pledge to butt out. It isn't possible." He sneers, his face contorting with anger.

"Get off me." I spit.

"First, take care of this." He taunts, grabbing my wrist and yanking it toward the sickening bulge on his pants.

"Let me go." I hiss and jerk my hand against his hold. But he is stronger than me, forcing my hand on his bulge.

I flinch at the contact, feeling the need to wash my hands with bleach. "Let me go you, pervert," I scream at his face but it is met with his mocking laughter.

"Why don't you start begging? Maybe I'll go slow?