Lottie

"You're my fiancée..." Oscar pinned me beneath him with crushing force. His face was flushed with an unnatural, feverish heat, and I could feel him—swollen and hard—pressing urgently against my lower body. "Emily, help me... please..."
"It's fake! Oscar, snap out of it! Don't do this—we're just business partners!" I pleaded, trying desperately to bring him back to his senses.
But his eyes were bloodshot, burning with a hazy intensity. He forced his scalding length inside me, inch by agonizing inch. "Emily, relax... I'm better than him. I'm worth it."
Amidst the searing pain, a traitorous spark of pleasure began to rise. I closed my eyes, resigning myself to his will. Perhaps... this was just another transaction after all.