You were

Still troubled by the fact you WERE kissing him back, you lifelessly let him guide you around the mall.

You keep thinking back to the kiss. You remember trying to push him back, but he's so much stronger than you that instead, it was like you were resting your hands on his nice, muscular and defined chest, simply caressing his abs and pecs.

Vincent leads you to the mall's restrooms. Checking around to confirm no one's looking, he grabs your waist with his arm and practically carries you in the girl's restroom.

You find yourself alone with him in a toilet stall. He pushes you against the cabin's wall, pinning you there with his body. His tall frame and toned muscles rubbing against your small body. One of his hand is prompt against the wall above you, the other one moving to your breast. You feel his hand caress your breast through your new shirt, aggressively pinching your nipple, sending jolts to your brain.

He's looking down at you with a grin, but his eyes, which are full of lust, are looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey, making you feel like a helpless little lamb in from of him. You feel weak and delicate when you compare yourself to him right now. Like he's a real man, and you're not.

"Sarah never wore stuff like this for me. You look so hot, so much better than her right now. Like a sissy, Barbie version of Sarah. Fuck, I want you so bad. I'm gonna make you my little slut. "

His hand, which was pinching your nipple, moves up to grab your chin, forcing your face up so he can kiss you, which he does. His tongue invade your mouth like it owns the place, finds your tongue and interlaces with it.

You figure if you want things to stop, you should put an end to it now.