Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 13: Welcome to Hell

'Stop,' I breathed, wincing at how weak my voice sounded.

Peter's low chuckle against my neck made my knees tremble. Satisfied, he rasped, 'Are you sure? That's not what your body says... That's not what your lips say... That's not what you said to me before.'

I gasped, bucking against him in an attempt to get away, but the more I tried to break free, the more forcefully he held me against the tree. His actions were so rough that I couldn't believe that the tree behind me was staying firm.

'Stop!' I tried again, but it sounded strained and airy.

Peter glided his nose up my neck, making goosebumps erupt over my skin, before he looked directly into my eyes, leaning his forehead against my own.

'Convince me.' He ordered.

'I-' The words wouldn't form on my tongue.

I was silenced once more by his lips on mine, killing the words until I could no longer think of anything rational because, annoyingly, all of my thoughts had turned to him.

His hand released my wrist and instead tangled in my wet hair, ignoring my weak attempts to push him away. He plundered my mouth with his tongue, hooking my leg around his hips so that the distance between us was lessened as much as possible.

I ripped my mouth away from him, lips swollen, panting heavily. He growled against my throat, pressing kisses from the side of my mouth, across my cheek and then finally down my neck.

'No...' I cried breathlessly.

'No's not going to make me stop, Tig,' Peter rasped. 'You best try harder.'

I could feel his smirk against my skin. I tried to slap him, but he easily caught my hand, lifting his head momentarily to smirk cheekily at me. I watched in horror as he pressed a kiss into the palm of my hand.

'Not this time, my little Tiger.' He said lustfully, before pushing my body higher up the tree and dipping his head downwards slightly, becoming dangerously closer to my breasts, which were heaving with the effort of breathing and from the panic.

Frantically, I did the only thing I could think of that could release me from the dangerous situation Pan had put me into: I apologised.

Breathlessly, I blurted, 'I'm sorry!'

Peter stilled. He knew from the day we met that I was stubborn and wouldn't apologise unless I felt like I was in the wrong. In addition, I also despised lying, which was ironic considering how eager I was to deceive him, so I wouldn't pretend to apologise.

'What was that?'

Biting my lip nervously, struggling to swallow back my pride and struggling to contemplate how those words even happened on my lips, I repeated more assertively this time, 'I'm...sorry!'

Peter lifted a brow, his mouth twisted into a small smile, his eyes gloating. The way he looked at me, like a dominant animal, sent shivers down my spine. He was enjoying taunting me, watching me squirm, but he was also playing a game... A game that, when playing against Peter Pan, I was destined to lose.

'Sorry?' He said slowly, watching amused as I nodded frantically, 'Sorry for what?'

'For-for disobeying you and for ruining your plans...' I ground out through clenched teeth, the effort of talking to him in such an apologetic, when I felt like I was completely justified, painful to me.

'Yes,' Pan agreed seriously, his arrogance trebling each second, 'I suppose you must be. You know that you have been a terrible girl, don't you?'