Lisa's lips felt good against his demanding ones. His fingers clutched her hair tightly in a fist. Her hands hit his chest in weak attempts of pushing him back or making him stop, but none of that worked.
Her tears didn't bother him anymore, and her protests never mattered to him even before. His lips kissed her brutally with forceful movements, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
His hand slipped inside her dress to cover her naked pussy, and she whimpered, shuddering in disgust. Darius was about to go further when the knock on the door distracted him. He ignored it at first, but after hearing it again, he groaned in annoyance and lifted his body from above Lisa, not before a peck on her cheek.
Lisa shuddered again and covered herself with the duvet, and prayed that Darius would never come back to her while watching at his back.
