Leah

I obeyed instantly, bunching the fabric up around my waist.

His hand slid between my thighs.

"Fuck, you're dripping wet," he muttered, rubbing my clit through the thin fabric before yanking it aside.

Two fingers pushed into me without warning, then a third, stretching me open and making me cry out, head falling back as I reached down for his wrist.

"Hold your skirt up, doll," he ordered, voice low and dangerous. "or I will punish you."

His other hand came up, forcing his thumb ...