Briella
Acco’s skin was salty under my tongue, making my mouth and throat dry, but I didn't fight him as he moved my head across his chest and down his stomach. Up and down, side to side. It seemed to go on for hours, when in reality it was probably less than an hour before the car slowed to a stop.
I couldn't see where we were through the darkly tinted windows, so I didn't move to even try. I sat there on my knees, my hands on my thighs as he guided me. I didn't fight.
It was what I had agreed to do.
There was no escape for me. Not then and not ever.
“Good.” He groaned, fisting my hair. Then he yanked my head up and back so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. They were glowing. “We will continue this inside.” Without warning he pushed my head back down, straight into his crotch.
