She released a frustrated sigh, her hands gripping his knees tightly.
"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to be yours?" Her words were intended to be delivered with hostility, but they emerged as a breathless whisper instead, her hips grinding against his length.
"You are mine," Floyd's response was dark and assertive. Lucielle turned to plant a kiss on his bearded chin, her hand securing itself around the back of his neck. His tone and words ignited a flurry of excitement within her, bringing forth a sinister side of him.
She craved it, she yearned for it.
"It doesn't feel that way to me," she challenged, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She then stood up, distancing herself from him, her legs wobbling slightly. "If I'm not yours, then no more touching, Floyd."
Abrupt hands seiz
