Chapter 2

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"Don't... don't touch me like that..."

My voice was soft and trembling.

"I... I can't take it..."

His breath was scorching as it brushed against the side of my neck.

That heat began to spread downward.

A shiver raced across my skin, and I couldn't stop my body from shaking.

A low, deep chuckle vibrated near my ear.

"Heh."

His voice was husky, dripping with amusement.

"You're this sensitive?"

The waves of heat drowned out my logic. I was even starting to lose control of myself.

I grabbed the hand that was causing such havoc.

Instinctively, I tried to pull it deeper.

But he stopped, refusing to follow my lead.

The next second, I felt a blast of scalding breath.

It landed precisely on my inner thigh, the most delicate spot.

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight to my brain.

I couldn't hold it back anymore and let out a sharp cry.

"Who's there?"

"Who's in the room?"

A familiar voice echoed from outside the door.

"Riley? Is that you?"

It was Caleb! My boyfriend!

My heart nearly stopped, and the heat in my body vanished instantly.

Only one thought remained in my head.

Who is this man in the bed with me?

Before I could process it, a new sensation hit me―a tingling rush I had never felt before.

It was intense, rhythmic, and overwhelming.

This felt nothing like a toy.

I bit my lower lip hard.

I forced back the moans that were trying to claw their way out of my throat.

I reached out, weakly pushing at his head.

"No... stop..."

My voice was a frantic whisper.

"Don't do this..."

He laughed again, a low and mocking sound.

"Don't do what?"

He didn't slow down for a second.

"You're wearing this, lying in my bed."

"Didn't you want me to do exactly this to you?"

Shame and lust collided violently inside me.

My skin was burning, flushed a deep, unnatural red.

My breathing became heavy and frantic.

He clearly heard it.

Because of that, he worked even harder.

The pace quickened.

In the living room, Caleb's voice sounded impatient.

"Riley? Where did you go?"

Shame swallowed me whole. I wanted to push this stranger away.

But my body refused to obey.

Knowing it wasn't my boyfriend actually made me feel even more excited.

Slap!

A sharp sound rang out.

The man's palm had struck my backside hard.

The skin stung, but a deep, throbbing ache followed.

He leaned in close, his voice full of mockery.

"You're such a little brat."

"You must be Caleb's girlfriend, right?"

My mind went blank.

I stammered, nodding with intense shame.

"Yes..."

"Please... let me go..."

He began to laugh under his breath.

In the dark, I couldn't see his face.

I could only feel his radiating heat.

His breath hit my face, carrying a scent of a man I didn't recognize.

The smell of those hormones made my breathing erratic.

He asked, word by word, "Let you go?"

"And then what?"

"Walk out of my room wearing nothing but a few strings?"

"Go see your boyfriend like that?"

His words brought back a shred of my sanity.

He was right. In this state, with barely any fabric on my body, how could I face Caleb?

If I went out, I was caught.

If I stayed in, Caleb would eventually find us.

The realization of being trapped made me go cold, dampening the fire in my veins.

"What, are you scared now?"

The man seemed to enjoy my fear, his hands never stopping.

"Dressed like this, you're just a tease, aren't you? Look at you, you're soaking wet."

His words were crude and direct. I felt humiliated.

But I couldn't argue.

Because he was ripping open the darkest, most hidden desires of my heart.

"I... I'm not..."

My defense was pathetic. Even I didn't believe it.

"No?"

The man grunted, his fingers moving under the covers.

I jumped.

"No... not there..."

My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it, yet my legs clamped shut instinctively.

He leaned into my ear, his voice low and wicked.

"What's wrong? Can't handle it, you little flirt?"

We were interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Riley? Are you in there? I'm coming in."

The door wasn't locked!

My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my throat!

It was over!

Just when I thought everything was about to be exposed, the man moved.

Instead of letting me go, he pulled me tighter and flipped over, pinning me beneath him.

The mattress groaned, a sound that seemed deafening in the silent room.

"Mmph!"

My eyes widened in terror. As I started to struggle, he slammed his mouth onto mine.

This kiss was nothing like Caleb's. It was aggressive and possessive.

It swept over my senses like a storm, leaving me no room to breathe.

My brain turned to mush.

"That's weird. Where is she..."

Caleb's muttering was right outside.

I was paralyzed with fear, forgetting even to breathe.

The man didn't pull back; he pressed harder.

One hand expertly untied the thin string behind my back.

The last bit of restraint fell away. I could feel the contrast between the cool air and my burning skin.

Shame and terror washed over me like a tide.

"Stop... please..."

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