Lyla Rose_______I whine, struggling in his lap, trying to pull away, but his hands are like steel, holding me in place. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, his voice like gravel. His fingers dig into my skin, pulling me down harder, forcing me to feel every inch of him against my core.“Or else... you’ll fuck me, huh?” I scoff, my laughter bitter, a dry sound in the still room. The anger roiling inside me is like a fire, but I can’t help the sense of helplessness that starts to creep in.He laughs, low and mocking, his dick twitching against my dress as he watches me. “Yes, actually. Maybe I should fuck some sense into you.” His words drip with a dark promise, a threat I can feel all the way to my bones.“You fucking touch me, I’ll slap you,” I warn, my voice flat, but I know it means nothing to him. It never did.He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he smirks, that arrogant, sick smile I hate, as he leans in close, his breath hot on my face. “Go ahead,” he taunts. “Slap me while I'm fucking
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