Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss
I know this, but I can't stand being called a liar, especially when he's about to do the same thing to me.
He laughs again then pushes me deeper into the mattress with the hand bracketing my hips. I struggle against him, but he only pins me down harder, causing me to scream.
"That's it, scream for me."
Nausea coils in my gut.
I flay my body underneath him, trying to throw him off me but it's no use.
Uncle Finn is bigger than most men his age. It's one of the first things I noticed about him. He must weigh over two hundred pounds. There's no way I'll be able to get him off me all by myself.