One second we were walking down the street, the next we were drenched.
Thunder cracked, people scattered for shelter. But we didn’t run.
We ducked into a narrow alley dark, quiet, soaked in shadows.
And that’s when he grabbed me.
His hand tangled in my wet hair, lips crashing into mine, hungry and rough. His body pinned me to the cold, dripping brick wall like he couldn’t wait one more second.
“You knew what you were doing,” he growled into my mouth. “Walking around in that little dress.”
“I didn’t think...”
“Exactly. You didn’t think,” he snapped. “No bra. No panties. n*****s hard. p***y probably dripping for me already.”
I moaned because he was right.
My dress clung to my skin, soaked through, thin as tissue. My t**s were basically on display. My thighs were wet and not just fro
