Chapter 11
Maxim
Sasha freezes in place at my threat then closes the door.
She f*****g played me.
Women. You can’t trust them. They lie and manipulate. She just gave me the hottest b*****b in the history of all blowjobs, and I stupidly thought it meant we were getting somewhere.
But no. It was all a manipulation.
Damn her.
I sit up in the bed and swing my legs over the side. “Come here.”
She lifts her chin. “I’m fine where I am, thank you.”
My lips twitch, but I suppress my smile. I shouldn’t be amused by her fear. Except it makes my c**k lengthen, thoughts of elaborate s*x-filled punishments floating into my brain and smoothing out my temper.
I pat the bed beside me. “Come here, caxapok,” I coax. “I don’t bite hard.” I smirk. “Not you, anyway.”
Her jaw flexes, but she drops her
