"Time to make you mine, Hazel. Say goodbye to your boyfriend after tonight," Ross said after a few minutes, his voice filled with resolve.
Hazel, though somewhat recovered, was still vulnerable—a ripe fruit ready to be claimed.
"No, Ross! Please, I didn't mean for this to happen! Don't do this!" Hazel cried, panic gripping her as she tried to pull away.
But Ross's hands held her firmly in place, unyielding.
"It's too late for regrets, Hazel. You came to me willingly. To my house to tease me and play a game. I won. Now, it's only fair I take what's mine," Ross replied, his tone unwavering as he leaned back in to claim her completely.
"Ohhhh…" Hazel moaned softly as the heat in her core steadily began to build again.
She squirmed under Ross's relentless attention, her breaths quickening as she struggled to push his head away from between her legs.
Her hands pressed firmly against him, but it felt like a futile tug of war.
