I stare at her full breasts rising and falling with exertion, baby doll frills moving right along with her.
In the end, that’s what does it.
That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
I can’t abide the sight of that horrendous piece of filth anymore. I just want her—bare, beautiful, bitchy as hell.
I snatch her hand from her side and yank her towards me. She stumbles in shock and lets out a delicious little gasp as she falls into my torso.
The desire to be inside her is so intense that I have to fight hard not to f**k her right through her hideous lingerie.
But first, I need to teach her a lesson.
“Let go of me!” she snarls as she struggles against my hold. “I told you, I’m not your doll.”
But my grip on her is viselike. She can barely move.
Fear snakes across her tone, but I
