X undid her top and pulled it off, baring her breasts as he licked at his lips.
She crossed her hands over her chest and yelled at him, but he ignored her and concentrated on getting her pants down. She slapped at his hands, but he made quick work of her pants, not seeming to care that she was upset and highly pissed. Standing there half naked left her vulnerable to anyone that passed by, but also to him and he wasn’t acting right.
"Stop it, you son of a bitch," she said, her fear on the rise. "What's gotten into you?"
Her regent would never be so forceful.He may be aggressive. He may be possessive. But he's not a rapist.
He was tugging at her panties when she slugged him in the face.
The regent smiled and wagged his eyebrows. "Is this what your kind considers foreplay?"
Sylvie aimed carefully and with all her might she kicked him in the crotch, half expecting him to drop in pain. He didn’t. Her efforts had zero effect.
This isn't X. The thought rose up suddenly, but she realized right away that it was true. There was no way the regent she’d started to fall in love with would treat her with such distaste. She jerked away and moved back to the console as fear rose up from her stomach.
“Help?” she whispered and started to press buttons.
