“Alejandro, please—” “Good. You know how to beg.” His eyes roam over my face before settling on my mouth. “If you don’t get out of that dress, I’m going to rip it off of you. When every inch of fabric has been stripped from your body, you’re going to get on your hands and knees. And with your face pressed against the cold floor, you’ll get fucked from every direction whether you want to or not.”
