MARSHALL
I threw back my head, closed my eyes and tried to recall how it all started. I never should've agreed to the deal in the first place. It was bad, not just for her, but for me as well.
I thought about yesterday; how I almost had my way with Skye. I still remembered the eagerness in her eyes when I asked her to drop to her knees in the living room.
'Tell me what to do, sir. I'll do anything.' She'd been looking up at me with such reverence like I was her god.
Yesterday was never about Skye. It was about me getting pleasure from someone else, like I always did.
Yet, when she had my c**k down her throat, all I felt was irritation.
Irritation from the fact that it wasn't a certain stubborn woman who was kneeling in her place.
It pissed me off. Because why the f**k did she c
