“Are we going to talk or are we going to fuck?” He fists my T-shirt, both pulling and pushing me away at the same time, before biting my bottom lip. I hiss in pleasure as the metallic tang hits my taste buds. This. This is what I need. For me to be free of all the bullshit and just take what I want without giving anything in return. “Get on your fuckin’ knees,” he snarls against my lips, already trying to push down on my shoulders. Nope. Not today.
