Cara Dillon gasped as Pierce pushed her roughly against the wall. She felt his hands grip her hips tightly, and he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “You’re going to enjoy this,” he said with a smirk on his face, pressing himself closer against her.
She tried to push him away but it was no use; he was too strong for her. He started undoing the buttons of his trousers and Cara knew what was coming next. Tears welled up in Cara’s eyes as she struggled half-heartedly, unable to escape from Pierce’s grasp or stop herself from feeling aroused by his touch despite the horror of what was happening.
With one swift movement, Pierce entered inside Cara and began thrusting hard into her ass while gripping onto both sides of the doorway with powerful strength.
Cara felt a strange mix of pleasure and pain as Pierce thrust deeper into her. She could feel his strong body on hers, pressing against her curves in an intimate embrace that seemed to possess some kind of dark power over her. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; she wanted to fight him off but somehow couldn’t bring herself to do so.