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"Come here. We can work this out. I promise you I'll listen to you and try to understand."
"Stop talking like that! You're scaring me," I say quickly. I turn away from him and lay back down. My mind is racing and my heart is broken. I'm terrified of what's happening to me.
"Emma, please talk to me. You're hurting me."
"It's too late. I want you to leave me alone."
"But I love you."
"I don't understand what's happening between us. I can't explain it. If you can't accept that then...just leave me alone," I sob.
He starts to pace around the room. "I don't believe that. Something is going on here. You're hiding something from me."
"Go away! Leave me alone!" I yell through my tears.
"If you won't talk to me, I'll come back to keep talking until you do!" he growls.
I sit up and look at him. "Please don't come back. I can't do this anymore. I'm so confused. I'm sorry."
"I won’t take no for an answer,” he says and grabs me by my waist to pull me closer.
I resist his touch. "Let me go, Dhakar! I don't want to hurt you anymore!"
"I won't stop until you admit you still love me. I have to know if this is real or not. It hurts knowing you're hurting inside."
"I can't do this anymore. I need time to figure things out," I whimper.
"Then figure them out here with me! I'll make sure you won't regret this."
He pulls me close to him and holds me tightly. His tongue pushes into my mouth. I struggle to get away from him. He locks his arms around me and kisses me harder. I try to push him away but he doesn't relent. I gasp when his hand moves over my stomach.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Just stay quiet and enjoy the ride. I'll make everything better for you," he replies.
His large hand slides down my body, pushing aside my shirt. I freeze as his fingers graze my nipple. I bite my lip to avoid crying out when he cups it in his palm.
"Is this all you want? Do you think this is enough to satisfy you?"
I shake my head and try to pull away. The sensations in my lower belly intensify when his finger begins to circle my clit. His other hand reaches down and spreads my legs apart.
"No, Dhakar, stop."
"Oh, Emma. What a surprise, you like that."
I moan loudly and try to pull away from him. I feel his fingers enter me and rub my g-spot. I cry out in pain and shock. When I open my eyes, I find Dhakar staring at me.
"Tell me what you want, Emma. Say it," he pleads.
"Yes, I want you to stop. This isn't right. I don't want this!"
"Say it louder," he commands.
"I don't want you to do this!" I scream.
"That's better. Now, tell me how much you love it."
"Dhakar, please stop. I can't do this anymore."
