My lips hung open, my eyes wet with panic and lust.
Holding my gaze, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me further down to meet his lips. Then he kissed me savagely. Messily.
His c**k moved inside me, hitting places I didn't even know he could reach. I moaned into his mouth. Or maybe the word was whimper, because I was f*****g scared.
"Marshall, please," I said as soon as he broke the kiss.
I couldn't afford another scandal.
But his eyes held no mercy.
"Six minutes left. You're running out of time, Solayne." He jiggled my ass. "Get this p***y useful."
My breath turned shallow. I didn't need him to tell me I was dripping more than necessary. Maybe it was the fear of being humiliated and exposed, I don't know. But it did something unexplainable to me.
Steadying my hands at the
