Suddenly Rogue was pushing back, green eyes wide as she felt his hand under her shirt, lifting her bra. She no longer felt pleasure at his lips on her breast, kissing through her thin black shirt. This was wrong...very wrong. How had she ever thought it was right? Someone was touching her...and it was Sinister...
"No. Don't touch me."
Deep within her, she felt the presence fight back...pushing her to continue to engage in the activity, but Rogue shoved it aside and struggled a way from his grasp. She didn't want this...what was wrong with her? Her shirt rested crookedly on her frame and she tugged it straight, pulling the bra back into place upon her breast. There was a damp spot where his lips had laid on the material; she pulled her jacket around herself to conceal it, her body trembling.