He pinned me to the wall. “I always try to control my anger but as usual you like to piss me off. The more I try to control myself, the more you push my buttons to an end I can't even control it anymore”. He said angrily while burying his face in my neck.
His hands that were on my waist lifted my camisole and settled there. His hands were holding my body in a vice grip and his thumb was making circles on it. My whole body went stiff. His touch has always caused a foreign sensation to run through my body.
I gasped at his touch. He started kissing me on my neck and when I tried to stop him, he interviewed my finger with his and pinned them above my head. He was taking care not to hurt my bruised area, but he is still trying to hurt me.
“Zanvil, stop touching me," I said in anger. He never takes my warnings seriously. He has no right to touch me.