14. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
"Uhh." She moaned, gumming her thighs together to trap his finger. Almost immediately it dawned on her that the sound she emitted wasn't that of disapproval and her cheeks reddened when she caught the smug way his lips curled up in the mirror.
"You like getting s*****d and f****d, Cee. Accept your truth, and it'll set you free." Rolling his tongue across his teeth, he pushed his finger all the way in, and she looked away, her arms around her chest loosening.
"Don't hide your expression from me. Three. I want you to enjoy every bit of this depravity." He ordered, a groan gurgling from his throat the moment he reached her slick core that assured him this nosy reporter was as f****d up as him.
"You're forcing yourself on me." She accused him, a
