At that point, I didn’t care why she was here. I just wanted to get f****d.
I wanted him to ruin me… the way he’d promised with every glance, every command, every punishing swipe of his palm. My body was on fire, my thoughts were wrecked. My soaked panties lay forgotten on the cold kitchen tile, and all I could think was please, just take me already.
“Strip,” he said… not a request.
I obeyed without blinking. My fingers moved fast, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders. My bra hit the floor next. Then my trousers, my trembling hands peeling them down my thighs.
He stood there, watching like a predator, his eyes dragging over every inch of skin I revealed. And then he moved.
One hand grabbed my throat, while the other slid down between my thighs. His fingers di
