Chapter 50: Wild Positions

ANNABEL

But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, leaving me whimpering at the emptiness, my body still buzzing. “Not yet, cupcake,” he growled, spinning me around and lifting me onto the table. My back hit the cold glass, the shock making me gasp, my legs spread wide as he stepped between them.

He grabbed my thighs, yanking them up, hooking my knees over his shoulders in a deep missionary that opened me up completely. I was exposed, vulnerable, and fuck, I ...