Owen viciously pounded into the girl, pinning her to the bed. She squirmed and moaned painfully.
He usually wasn't like this, except he was angry and bothered. He was usually gentle.
Not hitting it right, he forcefully pulled up her skirts and tore off her undies.
"I told you, no mistakes," he grumbled in a low, strained voice. "Now I'm going to punish you. In a good way by the way."
He flipped her on her back and raised her upper back to his groin. He forcefully slid into her and a gasp escaped her lips.
"Shh," he said, "take it quietly."
Mia kept quiet and moaned painfully every now and then, because she knew what he'd do to her if she didn't.
He was done a while later, and she said a silent prayer, grateful. He never lasted, and that was her saving grace. Else she
