Feeling guilty

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Those were his words.

He climbed on the bed and held my legs down in order for me not to injure myself. I don't care. I just don't want him touch me. I liked my life better when my grandmother was still alive. No one to cuff me or cheat on me like he did to me.

He hurt me and still wanted to sleep with me?

He leaned into me and pulled my nipples into his mouth and pressed me. Doing all sort of things to me. He whispered dirty words in my ear as he did it. He wrapped his hands around my throat tightly but not to the point of choking me to death.

He massaged my breasts while looking into my eyes. For some reason, I was captivated with those eyes. I began to feel myself attached to him. Layla did the worst by letting me go into heat. She knew it would trigger him and invade his senses that he won't be able to think straight. He would only think about me and only me. Not others.

Just Me!

"Stop touching me!" I almost yelled at him.

"I know you are enjoying it. I could see it in y