Bella
I slowly opened my eyes, lashes heavy and sticky from the tears he’d wrung out of me earlier, and there he was; Mr Black staring down with that dark, unyielding gaze that made my stomach twist in the best, worst way. His forehead still pressed to mine, breath hot and ragged against my lips.
God, I was a mess—pinned to the wall, wrists bound behind my back with his shirt, my sundress shoved up around my waist, panties soaked and useless. My c**t throbbed, aching from all the denial, and I couldn’t help it—I whined low in my throat, shifting my hips to graze that sensitive nub right against the hard plane of his abs. Sparks shot through me, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. I was dripping, literally feeling the slick heat trickling down my
