“I just want to be next to you, to keep you safe. Is that such a bad thing?” He whispers as he presses his masked forehead to mine. He slowly grips my wrists in his, jerking them above my head as he pins them there. I gasp as he pushes his hard cock against me. The length feels like a threat. It is a threat. Oh God. “You made me do this, Layla. I didn’t want things to go this way, but you left me no choice. You didn’t answer my calls or texts. What else was I supposed to do?”
