XHis hand crawled up my bare leg, under my skirt giving me a heart attack.
I gripped his hand almost immediately as it touched the waist band of my underwear.
"Ian Don't!"
He didn't listen to me. He forced me over my back over the seat.
Before I could struggle to get back, he pinned me with his body and kissed me vigorously while his hands were groping my butt.
I threw a few punches over his chest, pushing him and trying to scream. But he didn't even buldge.
After almost 5 minutes I sighed and gave up on my struggles.
It's worthless. It always is.
His kiss was passionate and possessive; much like a punishing kiss while I silently laid there closing my eyes.
After what felt like hours, he finally stopped when the driver announced that we have reached the Mension. He sighed and let go, getting off me.
I crawled back away from him to the opposite side of car.
His lips were all wet and lousy from the vigorous kissing and I knew mine were too for once his eyes landed over my lips and he smirked.
My breathing jagged.
Its not a good thing. He is supposed to be angry at me and hitting me not this...
Is this how he is going to chasten me; by doing something sexual that I despise.