I'm going to bury him alive.
My thighs squeezed against each other in an attempt to relieve the pressure that had built in my gut and stayed there for the past twenty-four hours. I had guests—important ones at that—and I needed to be on high alert for what they were telling me.
But I couldn't concentrate when the need to explode was lodged so deep within me.
Marco had decided orgasm denial would be his preferred method of punishment after I'd mouthed off to him during our phone call. He made me edge myself with no relief until he decided that I'd been tortured enough, and I was on the brink of insanity.
I'm going to kill him when I see him.
"—and that's how I ended up here. It was pretty much just me being stubborn."
