Annie's POV

The mocking smile on his face makes me even wetter.

I know tattoos hurt but I just need him to see me, to look at me with the same stare he looks at those women with.

He moves closer to me and places his hand on my thighs, I blink as his breath hits my face, mint and hint of candy. The one I bought him earlier.

“Annie” he calls my name, “I'm serious” I say with a weak voice, his hand on my thigh is making me tingle in places I shouldn't.

“Are you?“ He asks and the ...