Warning: This chapter contains a scene of unwanted advances that some readers may find uncomfortable. Please, read with care.
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He pressed his body against mine, trapping me between his weight and the wooden door. And then I felt it—the hard, thick prodding of his c**k pushing right against me from behind.
He groaned low in his throat, a sound of raw hunger as he moved his hips, grinding his hardness against me so I could feel exactly what he wanted.
"Don't make a sound, Rhea," he whispered, his breath hot and damp against my neck. His hand moved from my mouth, but only to grip my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look at the ceiling.
I tried to pull away, my skin crawling with disgust, but he only pressed harder. The weight of him was suffocating.
"I saw how you were looking
