He stood in front of her, close enough that their breaths tangled. His chest rose against hers with every inhale, every exhale, dragging her into his rhythm. He looked down at her like a predator cornering prey.
“Are you hungry?” His voice was low and dangerous.
She shook her head slowly, her eyes were wide as they locked on him.
A dark whisper brushed against her ear. “Good. Because I’m going to f**k your p***y right now.” He tilted his head, a smirk curving one side of his mouth. “Is there anything you can do about it?”
Her throat moved, but no sound came. She wanted to oppose him, but her eyes gave her away — wide, unblinking, trembling under his dominance.
“Didn’t think so too.” His large hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. His breath spil
