Sarah
Mark's hands are getting bolder now, slipping under my bikini top and cupping my breasts.
He starts to walk me backward towards the bed, his lips never leaving mine. My knees hit the mattress and I fall back, pulling him with me. He settles over me, his weight pressing me into the soft duvet.
He tugs my bikini top off, tossing it aside, then dips his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
I writhe uncomfortably under his weight, feeling violated and disgusted. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, not just because of the discomfort but also because my own husband couldn't care less about this man's actions towards me.
"Mark, wait…" I whisper, my voice trembling as I weakly protest.
But he doesn't seem to hear me, lost in his own lust.
