“Please,” Colt muttered in my ear, “I thought that would be harder.”
My desperation to escape must have made me sloppy. These past few days were difficult. I was losing my touch, letting myself get captured, unable to fight my way free. My eyes shut in a grimace as I fell still, trying to think.
“What exactly do you think I want to do to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and floating on notes of subtle laughter.
I swallowed. “You just want to stick your d**k in me, you f*****g pig.”
“For a creature of such divine purity, you have an awfully crass vocabulary,” tutted Colt.
“Only half of me is pure,” I shot back. “The other half wants to rip your throat out.”
“Just try,” he taunted.
The pressure against my ass proved that he was trying to goad me into physicality
