“I knew you’d beg.” I rock a bit, drawing out more of his moans. “You’re my little slut now, Mercer.” “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Fuck me like I’m your slut.” His legs release my hips, giving me full permission and free rein to do whatever the hell I want to him. He’s offering himself up as mine—mine to have, to use, to worship, to punish, to praise. Just mine. I’ve never seen a person more worthy of all my attention.
