“Let.” I push more. “Me.” And more. “The fuck.” And more. “Out.” My legs are on the ground, and I look up, meeting his cold stare. “Move.” Rage is the only emotion I recognize. He rakes his gaze over my face, his nostrils flaring. My heart skips a beat, and my mouth falls open. What the fuck is this? Oh my God. I’m sick in the head—my fucking pussy is wet.
