CHAPTER 5

JAKE

My body gave up fighting him. He tongued me until I couldn’t think, until I was shaking and writhing, until every nerve in my body screamed.

Then his fingers were back, slicker this time, sliding in easy. He angled them—

“Ahh—fuck—ahhh—” My back arched as he hit it dead-on.

“That sound,” he muttered, crooking his fingers again, harder. “Gonna fuck it out of you until you don’t know your own name.”

“Please, I can’t—”

“You can. You’re ...