HOLLY'S POV.

"What. No—why?" I gasped, my voice breaking as I turned my head toward him.

Zeke didn’t answer right away. Instead, his pace quickened, his hips slamming against mine with ruthless precision. Each thrust was deeper, harder and faster building the tension inside me.

My body trembled beneath him, caught in a storm of sensation I couldn’t control.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, my nails scraping against the wall, leaving faint marks as I braced myself.

My hips ...