“More. Please. With my pants down. Pretty pretty please.”
“I appreciate the please, but next time add a sir.”
I flash murder eyes at him over my shoulder. “You’re on drugs.”
“No, I’m your captor. And this is my game you agreed to play, remember?”
Without waiting for a response, he flips me back over, takes the front of my blouse in both hands, and rips it wide open. Buttons fly everywhere. I gasp in surprise.
Nothing else happens for a while, because Declan is too busy looking at me.
It’s excruciating, lying there helplessly, not knowing what he’s thinking as he silently takes me in. I’m naked from the waist up, my shirt in tatters, my arms thrown overhead and my chest heaving.
The air is cool on my bare skin. My face is hot. I can’t seem to draw a deep enough breath.
When he final
