!! TRIGGER WARNING !!
Physical and s****l abuse in this chapter may be triggering for some. Please skip this chapter if this is something you struggle with. !!
Amia
Dylan’s hand slid up my waist and I tracked the movement as he gripped the material covering my chest. He jerked it down and my breasts fell out. His other hand reached down beside me and the seat began to recline all the way back. With one hand he gripped me by the neck and with the other he fondled my exposed chest.
“Dylan, I—”
’m cut off as his grip around my neck tightened. He leaned down and took my n****e into his mouth and looked me in the eye as he bit down hard. I cried out and my head fell back. I looked up at the roof of the car and felt my cheeks warmed. I was confused by my bodies response. I didn’t want hi
