The predator, my captor stared down at me. Amusement danced across his features and I was already irritated with him. I was almost afraid of what he was thinking, what he was up to.
“You look good like that,” Shane murmured.“What?” I asked as I looked into his eyes. Fuck. I told myself I wasn’t going to ask.
“You look good folded in half, looking up at me with fuck me eyes as you wait for my cock.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheeks to stop the cuss words from coming up. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I can’t help but laugh, the asshole.
“Oh, thanks,” I scoff.
“Come on,” Shane said. His voice was low, husky, and teasing.
“What?” I ask irritated as he jerks his hips against me.
