(Penny’s POV)
“Are you ready for me, Dulce?” Maximo asked huskily, tilting my head up to meet his gaze, his fingers softly tracing the outline of my jaw.
I nodded breathily, a little too eagerly, and the annoyingly arrogant bastard chuckled in satisfaction. “You’re so needy for my c**k, Penelope… my dirty little slut.”
Oh.
Fuck, f**k, f**k.
A pleasant tingle ran through me, surprising both of us.
“Ah, this is an interesting development, Dulce… you see, I have never met a woman who eats up both praise… and degradation.” He whispered interestedly.
This time, when his gaze met mine, his green irises had completely turned black, “This position and the view will no longer work for what I have in mind for you.”
Before I could even process his words, he had hauled me over his shoulder,
