~Made Her His~

It all happened so quickly.

Just a moment ago, Nadia was on the other side of the desk, getting her lips passionately consumed by Russell, who didn't hold back and explored every part of her, and in the next, she was swiftly flipped onto the table, its contents spilling to the floor as if making way for their intense contact.

Russell followed suit, climbing on after her as he reclaimed her lips in a fervent rebound, a surge of heat circulating through them like a raging storm.

She was sprawled beneath him, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to save herself as he'd held her down in an absolute chokehold, rendering her completely defenseless to his advancements.

The usually silent voice at the back of her mind, the one that typically told her to stop and escape, was now screaming in her head, setting off alarms and urgently warning her of the impending danger, Russell, like it could sense the evil intentions of the man above her.

Even so, Nadia couldn't restrain herself, thoughtl