#Chapter52
It’s raw and primal and ordinarily would make me hornier than hell. Ripping and tearing expensive fabric literally right up the centre, with brute force until it’s completely detached, and he yanks it free and tosses it aside, still pinned to the wall in my underwear, and he’s back against me, his body hard to mine as he presses one hand over my palm on the wall and the other slides around my waist. Instead ,I am just trying to breathe as I am held captive in a position that’s turning me into a slow emotional wreck, still fighting his death grip to get him from behind me as my legs start to shake. It is heaven and hell all in one.
