AMELIA

 “I can’t believe you made me do this,” I complained first but did as he asked me to do, but not before he cursed inside his car. 

I took off my panties and showed him the black lacy thong I wore.

 “So you do wear one.” He stole it from me, balled it in his hand, and inhaled it like his favorite perfume. “You’re fucking wet. Since when?”

 I felt my skin tightened. “Since we talked about me being at your mercy.”

 “Fuck.” He grabbed me by the back of my ...