'Calm down, Cecily.
'You can't be the moaning, submissive woman beneath him. You have class. And Mia, she can't take it.' The thought sobered me up a bit. I stepped back, almost back into our bedroom.
Michael took another step toward me. He was moving so dangerously that I turned around and ran to the dressing room. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye anymore.
However, I was too slow. In the blink of an eye, Michael grabbed me. He slammed the bedroom door behind him and pushed me against the solid wooden door that was three inches thick.
"Where do you think you're going?" Michael buried his face in my neck. He licked my neck before sucking on it, making my hair stand on end.
I struggled in his arms, but he held me firmly. One of his hands touched my buttocks, repeatedly rubbing against it through a thin layer of fabric.
