However, instead of letting go, he pinned them over my head with one hand. The other moved towards the button of my pants. His nimble fingers quickly undid them, and I inhaled sharply when he pulled my pants down to reveal my underwear.
"What are you doing?" I asked breathily, though I had a pretty good idea already.
Rather than true naivety and curiosity, I was waiting to see if he would confirm my guess. Strangely enough, my mind felt so muddled that it didn't even cross my mind once to stop him at this moment. Or perhaps I was so desperate for relief that I would have agreed to anything if it promised me a more lasting respite from my ongoing torment.
I didn't even care if it might replace this particular torment with something worse. In my mind, nothing could feel worse. Nothing could be worse. I had already slept with Rowan more than once, which led to me getting pregnant and later miscarrying it.
