Lila.
“If you won’t do that… I have better ways to make you beg… make you beg me to f**k you so hard,” he taunts, voice dripping with dark promise.
“It’s just so written all over your body that you want to get f****d… on your best friend’s wedding… by her fiancé…” He slams harder, his chest crushing my back, my breasts flattening painfully against the door, n*****s scraping the wood through my gown.
“You tell me it’s the wrong room you got into… you and I f*****g know it’s a lie, princess,” he mocks, breath hot on my neck.
I’m gasping, trembling, my cheek pressed flush to the door like it’s clamped there, hands splayed wide for balance.
He drops suddenly to his knees behind me, bunching my gown higher, exposing my ass completely.
What I didn’t expect—a sharp, stinging smack lands
