Chapter 3

I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

“Relax,” he commands, his voice a dark growl. His hand tightens in my hair, his other gripping my hip, holding me in place. “Or don’t. I don’t care if it hurts.”

He pushes ...