Ripping and tearing expensive fabric up the centre, with brute force, until completely detached. He yanks it free and tosses it aside, still pinned to the wall in my underwear, and he’s back against me, his body hard to mine as he presses one hand over my palm on the wall and the other slides around my waist. It’s raw and primal and ordinarily would make me hornier than hell. Instead, I am trying to breathe as I am held captive in a position that’s turning me into a slow emotional ...