Chapter 8

I prayed to escape, but it only hardened his resolve, so I couldn't. It astonished me by standing up and pulling me horizontally. As it hit me, my eyes widened even more.

"C-Clyde—"

"Shhh! You teased me, Nathania." He covered my mouth with a finger.

What? I did not entice him! I just want him to take off his polo and put on a new t-shirt!

"Remember what I said, Nathania?" he inquired. The voice was still tainted with alcohol.

"C-Clyde, you're drunk—"

"I know, Nathania, and I want you now," he whispered, kissing my lips once again. I could detect the flavor of wine on his tongue.

I cocked my head, but he turned to face me again.

This was something I expected to happen to us, but not right now!

No!  It is not yet possible!

I was struggling. It slapped me and stopped me during my continuous effort.

"I told you, Nathania! You can't go against what I want!" he said as he licked and bit my neck.

My eyes both warm