Despite the fact that I was trying my best to fight him off, Dmitri ended up carrying me into the next room. It was pointless because he put so much pressure on me that whenever I made an effort, I was only successful in falling short of my goal and being held back.
“Let go of me, Dmitri!” I urgently protested.
And as if he had instantly understood what I was saying, he immediately set me free by throwing me onto the couch. Because he was so fast in closing in on me, I didn't even have enough time to run away and get away from him before he had me trapped.
Dmitri pressed his arms against each of my sides to the point where they were able to prevent me from making another attempt to flee. And as if he were reading into my thoughts, Dmitri moved his face forward in an instant to seize hold of my lips.
The kiss he gave me was rough and full of rage. It appears to me, based on the manner in which his upper and lower lips pressed against mine, that he is very hungry for it. It is not even
