**Elena**
His breath was hot against my skin as he pressed me against the wall, one hand gripping my waist like he owned it.
I should’ve stopped him, but I didn’t.
Instead, I just stood there, heart pounding, hands gripping his shoulders as if he was the only thing holding me upright.
Then came the sound.
My Zip.
My breath hitched. The cold air hit my back and slid down as my dress slipped to my hips in a second.
Only my red pantie, my lacey bra, and the mask still covering half my face kept me from being completely bare.
“Xavier…” I whispered, trying to find some sanity. “The door's not locked…”
That was the only thing my mouth could form. Stupid.
Why did I say that?
His lips didn’t leave mine. He just groaned into my mouth like my words meant nothing.
He moaned again, deep,
