I undo the last two buttons and take a deep breath, waiting to see what he’ll do. His finger trails lower, beneath the frill at the top of my panties, and presses against the wetness there.
“Soaked. You should have told me it was this bad, Milene.” He rubs his fingers fast over my c**t, and my breathing quickens. “Why are you so damn stubborn?”
“I’m not stubborn,” I whisper. “I’m mad at you.”
“You can continue being mad at me. I don’t mind.” He braces his left hand next to my head. “Turn around and place your palms against the wall.”
No! Remove his hand and walk away, my brain cries. Unfortunately, my mind's ability to wield control over my body has been severed, because I find myself doing exactly as he commands. The moment I turn, he presses his body against mine, his hand slides ins
