Once the adrenaline kicked in again, Primrose had no reason to stop fighting. She kicked and shoved, doing everything she could to push him away, even if her strength wasn't enough to make him budge.
"What a fiery little queen!" he laughed, his voice full of mockery as he tore the top of her dress. "You only make me want you more when you struggle like that."
"Get off me!" Primrose shouted, desperately trying to hold her dress together. If nothing else, she didn't want this man to see even a bit of her skin.
She kicked his leg again, and this time, it only made him angrier.
"You bitch!" he growled, grabbing her arm and throwing her onto the ground. She forced herself to crawl away, but he pulled her legs back and pinned her under him.
No, no, no.
She writhed under him, trying to protect herself, trying to keep his hands away. "Don't touch me!"
