mistake [luke hemmings]

s w e a t

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The man takes my boobs in his hands and squeezes while the other one paces the room, watching me hungrily. I moan loudly and scream, but the groper covers my mouth with his lips, gnawing at me impatiently, sticking his tongue down my throat as if he wanted to swallow me. I try to turn away, but he grabs my face in both hands and squeezes. "Shut up," he tells me. I don't listen to him- instead, I squirm and raise my hands trying to knock him off of me. He doesn't budge. He looks up at the pacer, who glares at me and tells him, "Let me take care of her."

The man gets off of me and backs away. I'm guessing the pacer is the boss of the two. His looks are not as big and scary, but his eyes say differently. He kneels down next to me. I'm too afraid that if I move he'll hit me, or he'd torture me even worse, so I stay put on the ground. "Leave the room," he says without looking at his other half.

I hear the door open and then shut. I'm so afraid to look at the door; I'm afraid he'd think that I was planning an escape.

"You better move," he says to me. I scrunch up my eyebrows, not understanding what he's trying to tell me. "What?" I ask quietly, almost so low that he can't hear me. "I said move!!" he yells loudly and takes my wrists, strongly pulling me to standing position. I try to pull my hands out of his grip, and he pushes me back. "To the wall. We're doing this my way." I look behind me at the dark, scary wall. I look back at the man. "Do I need to tell you twice?" I start to panic. I'm so scared of what he'll do to me if he gets impatient, so I start to back towards the wall.

My back hits solid, and I stop. The man looks at me with curious eyes and places his hands above each of my shoulders. He leans in and presses his lips to mine. I moan at his strength, and he takes his lips and moves lower- to my jawline, my chin, my neck, my shoulder. I sigh breathlessly. If I wasn't so terrified, I might have enjoyed myself. But I did not know this man. He was old, smelly, disgusting, and too strong. He had captured me, and I'm pretty sure that this wasn't all that he wanted.

His mouth pressed hard against my shoulder bone. "Touch me," he says into my skin. I have no other choice but to bring my hands up and put them in his hair. My fingers twirled in a circle. His pressing lips told me I wasn't doing enough. I took one of my hands and placed it by his ear, then his neck. He moves one of his hands from the wall and onto the small of my back, pressing my against him. "Agh," I moan loudly. He chuckles.

"I like it when you make noises." He looks into my eyes. My hand is still on his neck; his hand is still on my back. And then it goes downward, onto my ass, squeezing it and rubbing it.

Then he leaves my backside and presses against my chest, pushing me against the wall- hard- and his lips are on me again.

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again, if you can't deal with scenes like this, i urge you to stop reading ((eVEN THOUGH I REALLY WANT PPL TO READ THIS BOOK))