Chapter 20

He pushed me down on the ground slowly, letting a stray finger stroke through the thick cloth of my dress from the bottom of my waist to just over the valley of my breasts. A knee raised slowly, straddling me with a determined look in his eyes.

“Do you have protection?” I breathed out carefully.

“No.”

“Do you have anything I should know about?”

“No.”

“I don’t,” I feebly assured him, after one of his fingers pulled a thick strap off my left shoulder. “And you didn’t ask you know?”

“Will you let me?” he breathed out sharply.

“Yeah.”