Stephanie’s POV
“Crawl.” Damien’s baritone rings in my head. A single word hits so hard that I pause on my track, heart racing.
I look at the cocky figure in front of me, contemplating whether to abort the mission. This man doesn't just want to f**k me, he wants to use me, like a rag. A nasty filthy rag.
And sadly… I like it.
Call me stupid, say I’m thinking with my p***y, I don't care.
“Kneel, and crawl to me.” He murmurs, not stressing a bit. “Now.” His lips do this little twitching.
One.
I look around, not needing a further humiliation ritual.
Slowly, I drop to my knees, with impure intentions. I'm this close to being the dirty slave to a stranger… A f*****g hot stranger. I guess it's worth the risk. My eyes remain locked with his, watching, picking every twitch of his mus
