ROBYN
I knew my first time with him would be rough, but I was never prepared for the intensity and violence of what he promised to do to me.
As he carried me bridal style since the elevator ride, he got me down to bed, the same bed I slept in the night he saved me.
He pulled off the high heels and tossed them over his shoulder carelessly. I knew the restraint he was holding back earlier was now unleashed. The hunger in his eyes said so.
I tried to unzip my dress, but he swatted my hands away and came to kneel on the mattress. With a single shift move, he rolled me to my belly, unhooked, and zipped down my dress.
With his expert fingers, he unlatched my bra and rolled me over on my back again like I was a toy he dressed up. Then he pulled and freed me from my dress, tossing the bra
