Promises Are Lies
So he did not stop at her refusal, rather he felt his passion soar.
"If you don't stop protesting the next moment, it will be more painful for you. Don't make the situation worse," he warned.
She stopped protesting and let him do whatever he wanted.
He again started biting her lips; it was a painful experience for her. He kissed her neck and with every touch of his, she was in agony, for it was not a touch of love. It was a touch of need, lust, anger and desire, only to quench his thirst.
"Sir, please leave me", she begged, trying to come out of his grip.
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