Weston slowly lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of Stella’s brow before sliding down to the corner of her eye and eventually landing on her lips. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The contact sent a shiver through her, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
“He’s outside!” she said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and desperation.
“What if I want to mess with you?” Weston’s voice was low, his words dripping with challenge as he raised her chin. He moved in closer, his lips brushing against hers again, a demand laced in his words, “Open your mouth.”
Despite her desire to fight back, Stella couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She backed up, but there was nowhere to go. Her pulse raced, and her breathing came in short, uneven gasps.
Meanwhile, outside the room, Justin’s frustration was evident. He couldn’t understand why Stella wasn’t answering his calls. His nerves had already been on edge, but now, hearing nothing, he pounded on the door harder, his voice rising with anxiety.
“Is anyone in there? I’m coming in now!” he shouted, his tone tinged with impatience.
“Ella, please reply if you’re inside,” Justin called out again, but there was no answer. Stella’s phone, which she had quickly rejected, lay on the ground, its screen still lit, mocking her as the minutes stretched on.
Inside the room, Weston, ever observant, noticed how Stella flinched. He took great pleasure in seeing her panic, the fear in her eyes only fueling his desire to provoke her. “Are we cheating?” he whispered, the words just loud enough for her to hear. His breath lingered against her ear, making her shudder.
Stella’s hands trembled as she pushed against him, desperately trying to escape the overwhelming tension. She kept her eyes on the door, praying that Justin wouldn’t break through. Her thoughts raced. What if he found out? What if it all unraveled in front of him?
Justin, growing increasingly worried, began to lose control. “Ella, please. Just answer me. Let me know you’re okay!” His voice was a mixture of anger and panic, and he continued to pound on the door.
Inside, Stella’s heart pounded, and she could barely think through the haze of her fear and humiliation. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Weston covered her lips with his hand. He smirked as their eyes locked, a silent challenge hanging in the air between them.
The pressure in Stella’s chest built, and soon tears began to streak down her face. She had never felt more humiliated in her life, but Weston seemed unfazed, his grip on her tightening. Each tear that fell only seemed to increase his twisted satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly, as if to wipe away the evidence of her vulnerability, but his touch was still possessive. His hands slid over her, never relenting.
Outside, Justin could feel his anger boiling over. He kicked the door again, harder this time, the sound echoing like a drumbeat in his ears. The wood of the door rattled with the force, and Justin’s frustration began to spill over. His pulse raced as he screamed, “Weston, I know you’re inside! Let go of Ella!”
His mind was in turmoil. He couldn’t think straight. He only knew one thing for certain: he had to get to her, no matter what.
In the midst of all this chaos, the door trembled under the force of Justin’s strikes, and his words grew more desperate. “Let’s settle this like men, Weston! Let go of Ella! Do you hear me?!”
The words hung in the air, but inside the room, Stella felt as though the world had stopped turning. She couldn’t escape, and the weight of the situation crushed her. Weston’s hold on her was unyielding, but his own emotions seemed to twist with a strange satisfaction mixed with guilt. He was the one who had made her cry, but strangely, it was his heart that hurt.
He kissed her again, this time softer, more tenderly, but it was still the kiss of someone who had control. His lips lingered on hers as he pulled her even closer, and Stella’s heart thudded painfully in her chest.
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