James
The moment she asked, realization hit him straight in the gut. What could have caused his emotions to be this volatile tonight? Had her actions in the previous twenty-four hours struck something deep in his core in some way?
Fuck! Hell if he knew. All he knew was he wanted to sexually punish Mia Donovan. All he knew was he wanted to control her and her body, molesting her and fucking her. He wanted to savor the enjoyment of watching her lewd body obey his every command, to taste the power of making her come while his rock-hard cock was deep inside her, brutally ravishing her as she cried out his name, asking for more…begging for more.
Mia clutched him for dear life, her body shuddering and squirming in delirium while her face buried against his shoulder, as he began to stir his finger furiously inside her.
Fuck. James loved it. He loved seeing her this way. Weak. Under his influence. Sexually aroused.
