C58 Wildness

“I’m sorry, Beverley.”

Mr. Davis pushed Beverley until her back rested against the bottom of the sofa. He kissed her passionately on the lips. His hands held and pressed Beverley’s waist to keep her sitting on the floor.

“No, please.” Beverley shook her head. Her eyes were glazed over. She felt sad and deeply tormented.

Her conscience wanted to resist