Kathleen's Pov:He yanked up her skirt with no warning. She tried to fight back, pushing at his chest, but he caught her wrists and twisted them behind her.“You don’t get to say no. Not after what you did.”“Lewis, please—”Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He shoved her onto the bench, bent over, forcing her chest flat against the cold wood as he stood behind her.She remembered the cruel tug of her underwear, the sound of fabric tearing, the sharp slap of his palm against her skin. The humiliation stung as much as the pain. She cried, but he didn’t stop. Her legs trembled beneath her, body screaming for rest, but he wouldn’t let her go.She remembered his harsh grunts behind her, how he whispered possessive threats against her ear, how he called her a slut for helping another man—even if it was not her fault.She was nothing, but his to ruin.And then the real torment began.He made her beg. Over and over. Her body betrayed her, reacting to his cruel rhythm, her walls clenching for a re
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