She was embarrassed by her blushing, she was embarrassed at the fact that she was being touched, and by the things she had been forced to do and had allowed him to do. Nisha didn't want to do those things, she hadn't really be given a choice, but she hadn't even fought against it. Sure, it would have only gotten her hurt worse, maybe even killed, but just rolling over and taking it made her feel so weak and helpless.
There was a split second of relief when he kissed her cheek and pulled his hand away from her, but she should have known better than to think he would stop. She found herself on her back with him above her, like before. Except it was a little different. He didn't thrust himself in and use her, which was a surprise.
Instead he was still playing Mr. Nice, kissing her cheek again, then moving to her lips and kissing her softly. She made a soft noise against his lips as she felt him rubbing her down there again. It was the strangest feeling, really. It made her so uncomfortable, but her skin flushed bright pink and her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to kiss him back. Was it possible to hate something when it also felt oddly...good?