MIA’S POV.
Nine inches was a number I’d heard, a fantasy, but seeing it, knowing it was for me. It made my p***y clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slickness betraying my fear.
My body tensed in anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted him. No, I needed him.
My lungs burned. My wrists ached against the rough silk of the ties. The vibration had subsided to a memory but the need it left behind was a living, thrashing thing inside me.
I was spread open, utterly exposed for him.
“See something you like, Mia?” His voice was a low growl, a vibration that went straight to my core.
I could only nod, my throat too tight for words. The academic, the nerd man was gone. In his place was pure, primal alpha.
He placed a knee on the bed between my splayed legs, the mattress d
