“That sweet little mouth,” he murmurs, eyes glazed. “Just opens for me. Always ready.”
I shiver.
He finds more on my upper lip and smears it across my cheek, andnotgently.
“Such a sweet, yet dirty girl. So fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he taunts, but there’s a low affection behind it.
I beam, smiling without meaning to. Iamproud. I made him feel good.
He leans back against the couch, eyes still heavy with lust, but sharp now, as if he sees something I’m trying to hide.
“Say it.”
I blink. “What?”
He doesn’t answer. Just watches me.
So I breathe deep and ask, “What are the bad things you want to do to me? Like... even more kinky stuff?”
His smirk deepens.
“Kinky?” he repeats. “That was foreplay, Piggy. Try to keep up.”
I blush. “It was too! I just... I wanna do what you want. In bed. For you.”
His smirk fades into something darker. The softness evaporates. His voice drops.
“You already know what I like.”
I swallow. “Yeah. The girl who begs. Who proves she’s worthy of you.”
His eyes narrow. “And you want specifics.”
“I do.”
He stares at me for too long. Then lets out a small breath. Not quite a sigh. As if he’s tired of pretending.
“You sure?”
I nod quickly. “Please! I want to know everything about you.”
Chapter 12
Charlotte
I twist my fingers, leaning forward, dying to know what sinful, sexy things Grayson wants in bed. Things I can do for him, and be the best he’s ever had.
Then he’ll say I’m his girlfriend.
Then he’ll love me.
Finally, he answers, almost to himself:
“Latex. I wanna see a girl crawling in it. Begging to touch me. Mouth wide open, drooling for it. I wanna choke her with my cock, tie her down, spit in her face while she thanks me. Make her cry. Humiliate and ruin her.”
My eyes widen, lips part.
“Oh.”
