What are Your Intentions?

Dylan pulled June by her fragile wrist and closed the door quietly behind them. White sheets covered the old furniture and dust particles floated in the dark, musty room.

"Stop, please..."

She dragged her feet on the floor, disobeying his forceful pull, and wriggled around, desperate fingers trying to pry his hand off her arm.

His strong embrace wrapped around her, locking her in his unyeilding grip; stepping forward with her, further into the dark room and lifting her feet from the floor with each stride. She jerked her body trying to get down, breathing loudly, attempting to get loose and pushed her face into his chest. "Please.."

His height gave him an unfair advantage over her and her high-heels only made her more unstable, as June never normally wore shoes so high.

"Stop!" she panted pulling on his jacket and kicking her legs, like a child having a tantrum.

She heard a low groan escape his mouth as he smelled her hair and rubbed up against her.