The desperate moan that ripped from her lips told me everything—she f*****g loved it when I called myself that, loved submitting, loved being owned.
She was a naughty little thing who wanted to be f****d even after being publicly humiliated. But that wasn't my Olive in that video. And I was going to make the bastard fighting for his pathetic life in my closet know exactly how Olive screamed when the right man f****d her properly.
I watched her ass rise high in the air, her back arching perfectly, that beautiful curve making my mouth water, and I knew Cole couldn't see her face—but he could see my movements, see my ass as I positioned myself behind her, see exactly what he'd lost.
I grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her back toward me hard enough to make her gasp, watching as she wiggled
