[Diego’s POV]
“This annoying fabric needs to go,” I murmur, hooking a claw in the slip that Chanel wears and tugging it off. “Much better.”
Once it is out of the way, I begin to work my way down Chanel’s throat to her breasts, where I stop to bite and lick at her pierced n*****s. Groans of gratification escape her as her hands wrap around the back of my head, urging me on.
Growling, I grab both in one hand and pin them above her head.
“You know the rules,” I warn, sitting up and fixing my gaze with her dark one.
“No touching,” she pouts. “I’m aware of that rule, but you’re letting me touch you now,” she continues, tightening her legs around me. “So what is the difference?”
“The difference is if you don’t want to f*****g listen, you can get the hell out of here, and I’ll find another
