Sorayah's heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. She tried to push Dimitri off, but he was too heavy, too strong. His smirk deepened, twisting into something dark and triumphant, his emerald-green eyes gleaming with an unsettling excitement.
"You're… you're insane," she spat, forcing steel into her voice even as her pulse raced with fear.
Dimitri chuckled, his breath hot against her skin, sending an involuntary shudder down her spine. "Maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice laced with something dangerously playful. "But you're going to find out just how insane I can be."
His hands roamed lower, rough fingers grazing the fabric of her skirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, he shoved it up, baring her fair skin to the cool morning air.
Panic surged through her. No. She refused to let this happen. Not like this. Not with him.
Her mind worked furiously, desperation sharpening her instincts. And then she moved.
