Bree’s POV
‘The day I’ll f**k you, Rosie… I’ll get you pregnant with my child….’
‘… I’ll fill your p***y with my seed until you're full and ripe for Zack Lombardi… And that day, you’ll only become mine.’
Zack’s gritty promises replay in my head, the same ones he made right on my naked body while I surrendered like a cheap w***e, and no matter how much I begged, he didn't f**k me.
Not a silly finger digging into my jar for some sugar hunt.
As if this isn't the same milf cunt that set him on fire.
I don't regret begging.
But I only regret begging the wrong man. He was never going to allow me pleasure without a dirty price. What was I thinking coming to him?
His eyes…
I can feel his eyes on my back.
Hard and fierce, boring into me like missiles.
‘God, Bree.’ I sigh and adjust
