Yasmin coughed but didn't forget to cover her breasts with her hands, staring at him with fear and agony in her eyes. She was shaking.
Declan went berserk in anger and was not aware that his actions were breaking her. He squeezed her jaw and kissed her fiercely. He poured his rage and frustration into his kiss, which was violent.
Yasmin slapped his arms and tried to push him away. The more she struggled, the more pressure he exerted on her.
He pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties down, his bulge pressing against her tummy. "This is what you do with him, hmm?" He clutched her throat once more. "How much do you like it when he fucks you?"
He shoved her down. "You are disgusting."
Yasmin collapsed on her hands and knees, drops of tears falling on the floor. She was dumbfounded. It was hard to believe what was happening. She slowly pulled her panties up and hugged her knees. "I did nothing wrong," she mumbled in reverie, rocking back and forth.
