Hotel Room Takeover.

Elena’s POV

The hotel room door barely clicked shut behind us before he was on me again. The walk from the station had been a blur of stolen touches in the elevator and his hand gripping my ass under my dress the entire way.

Now, in the dim glow of a single lamp, reality hit me hard. I stood in the middle of an unfamiliar room with a man whose name I still did not know, my thighs sticky with his dried cum, my body already aching for whatever came next.

My heart raced with chaotic energy : fear, excitement, shame, and this overwhelming hunger I could...