~~PEYTON~~
I'm hot. I'm so hot it almost feels like I'm burning down there. Two weeks of being starved and now inhaling the scent of male testosterone and watching balls squirm in tight pants is sending my head spiraling.
With both hands pinned above my head and Axel tantalizingly close, I'm trapped between the fierce anger that got me here and the messed-up desire that wants him to stay.
"You're shaking," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face.
"I’m not. But helpless? Oppressed? f**k yeah." I bite back, and he laughs. Seriously?
He leaves the pinning with one hand, takes out the other hand, and brushes a finger down my cheek. I look away and bite my lips as his teasing finger draws a straight line to my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and my button on my blouse, taking them out one by one.
