Chapter 147 Emma

• Emma's mind reeled, a whirlwind of panic and fury. How had it escalated so fast? One moment, she was owning her workout; the next, pinned like a ragdoll under this beast of a man. His breath hot on her neck between assaults on her breasts, his stubble scraping her skin raw.
• Jefferson released her nipple with a pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the abused fleshy mound, he loved her breast so much. He lifted his head, eyes wild with lust, and slapped her breast lightly, watching it jiggle. "Look at these tits. Perfect for my mouth. Been dreaming of sucking them dry."
• "Fuck you!" she spat, twisting her head to glare at him, but the angle from the couch made it futile. Her hair pulled taut in his fist, forcing her to arch, presenting her chest like dangling offerings. She hated how her body responded—the nipples pebbled, aching from his rough attention, a slickness building despite the terror.