A cold hand cups her cheek for a split second before it tilts her head to the other side. "Did you like when they touched you?" The voice grows louder, more impatient. She opens her eyes, even though she doesn’t want to, and realises she is facing the window—opened again. She can’t move, the grip on her chin and waist too strong for her to fight it off. "Did you like rubbing your arse on their cocks when you thought no one could see, princess?" As on cue, the stranger pulls her closer against his body—very real and very  big  —and when she doesn’t answer, he presses his hardness against her backside. "Did you like it when their fingers wanted to touch what’s  mine ?"