Lisa slowly stood up, her face flushed and her breathing uneven. Without saying anything, she reached out and began unbuttoning Andrey's shirt one by one. Her movements were clumsy from the alcohol, but there was clear desire in her actions. Once the last button came undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Andrey's chest was now exposed. Lisa stared at it for a moment, her hazy eyes tracing the lines of his body.
But before she could do anything else, something inside Andrey finally snapped.
In one swift motion, he grabbed Lisa by the waist and pushed her onto the empty bed. Lisa let out a small surprised gasp as her back hit the mattress. Andrey climbed on top of her, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand.
