His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back so I was forced to meet his gaze. His breath was hot against my lips, his eyes dark with something feral. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled, but his voice was rough, strained, and I could hear the lie in it.

“Yes, I do,” I panted, my hips rolling against him, my pussy dripping, my clit throbbing with every movement. “I want you to ruin me.”

A guttural sound tore from his throat, something between a growl and a ...