His voice had dropped down an octave at that last sentence. He let go of my hair and hooked his index finger into the dangling heart at my throat and crooked it, then pulled. I followed the motion and sat up.
He kept pulling with his index finger until my face was an inch from his, “You make me wanna take,” he said this with a rasp to his voice that went straight to my c**t.
My body went liquid and hot with arousal. My n*****s were hard, my heart was racing. He was drunk and pissed off and he wanted me.
He jerked the collar again, making me scramble to my knees.
“Stop offering it to me or I’ll have no choice but to f*****g take it.”
“I want you to take it,” I whispered a breath away from his mouth, “Please please take it.”
He lifted my right hand and brought it to his nose and inha
