CHAPTER 2
JENNER
“Oh, I dare.” He shoved my legs apart with his knee. “And you’ll scream for me.”
“No!” I tried twisting, but his weight caged me in, his strength unshakable. “I’ll never give you that satisfaction.”
He chuckled, lips brushing my ear. “Then I’ll take it.”
His mouth trailed down my throat, teeth scraping. I gasped, every nerve alight, hating how my body arched despite myself. His free hand slid over my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper.
“See?” His voice vibrated against my skin. “Your body knows who owns it.”
“I hate you.”
“Good.” His tongue licked down my chest, slow, deliberate. “Hate makes it sweeter.”
I bit back a moan as his mouth closed over my n****e, hot, wet, merciless. My back arched, wrists straining against his grip.
“Stop—ah—stop!”
“You
