#Chapter84
I’m doing what he’s making me do, my body moving in time to his, held captive by his mouth and hands. Climbing again, only so intently I know I’m going to rip apart. I don’t know how to react. How to stop it. I don’t want to stop it … but I have to … I’m scared that it’ll overwhelm me … Marissa invading my mind, what we’re doing, doubt searing through me. It’s too much, it’s too intense, writhing under him, trying to keep control, but he grabs my wrists roughly as I try recoil, holding them down to the floor while making my senses reel back to him. He stops fucking me.
/"I’ll stop, Emma … Do you want me to stop?/" his tone is serious and dark, but his eyes are wary and begging me. It’s like he drags my focus back in from all the messy over thinking that is pushing in and I shake my head … I don’t want to face the after … It can’t stop. I don’t want him to stop.
