Clara's POV
“What the f**k was that?” he growled, pushing me against the wall, his body pinning mine, hard and unyielding, his c**k already rock-hard against my stomach through his jeans.
I looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, biting my lip. “What do you mean? He was just helping.” Ryan’s hand shot to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my p***y clench, wetness gushing down my thighs.
“Helping? Letting him touch you like a little slut? Flashing your p***y for him?” His other hand flipped up my dress, fingers finding my bare, soaked folds, plunging two inside me rough and deep.
I gasped, head falling back against the wall, but he didn’t let up, f*****g me with his fingers hard, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars, his thumb grinding my c**t.
“You’re mine, Cla
