HOLLY'S POV

And then he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Beg for it,” he murmured. “Beg, Cherry. Tell me you want it. Say, ‘Honey, I want you to fuck me. Please.’”

I turned my head, glaring at him over my shoulder, hoping my eyes would be enough to wipe the smug look off his face. But instead, he smiled, relaxed, and completely in control.

Those begging eyes of his were gone, replaced now with a smug, unrelenting dominance that made my blood boil. ...