Sarah's POV
"Or maybe I could bend you over and f**k your p***y or your ass." Anderson bit his lips.
He shrugged, smirking. "Your choice, though. You can choose either your p***y or ass or both. Either way, I’d make sure you’d feel every inch of me."
I was not sure what disgusted me more—his smug smirk or the way his words made me want to scream at him. But I could not. The weight of everything he knew felt like a rock sitting heavy in my chest, crushing every word I wished to say.
I hated how small I felt in front of him, hated how his smirk reminded me of how easily he could destroy me.
However, I refused to let it show.
“Hell no,” I said through gritted teeth.
"What do you take me for, Anderson? A w***e you can toss scraps to? If you think your threats will make me crawl, you ar
