Warning: Reader's discretion is highly advised.
Nadia's Point Of View
The man pounded into me, his cock plowing into my pussy with a force that stole my breath. Every thrust was brutal, relentless, his hips snapping against mine so hard the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. His fingers circled my clit, rubbing and teasing in slow, deliberate motions that made my stomach twist with a mix of revulsion and unwilling arousal.
I screamed, my body trembling beneath him, my mind screaming in protest even as my traitorous flesh clenched around him, betraying me with every pulse of pleasure that shot through my veins. The drug was still in my system, twisting my reactions, making my body respond against my will.
"Don't worry," he muttered, his voice a dark chuckle against my ear, his breath hot and mocking. "You'll feel loads of pleasure." His lips pressed against mine, but I clamped my mouth shut, my teeth gritted together so hard my jaw ached, my body rigid with disgust.
