King
I shouldn't agree to this. Gray hurt her, and she's just using me to numb the pain. I didn't come in here to f**k her...at least, I don't think I did. But the thought of using her as a toy sends a thrill down my spine, and I can't f*****g help myself.
"Strip. Now," I order, my voice hard. "I want to see all of my gorgeous toy before I play with her."
Her breath hitches, and for a split second, I almost wonder if she's going to change her mind. But then, like the good little kitten she is, she starts to strip, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Her jeans hit the floor, followed by her shirt and undergarments. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty in her eyes, but she doesn't look away.
I reach out, my fingers grazing her n*****s, teasing them until they're hard. "f**k
