“Aren’t you going to untie me?” My voice wavers, but I let out a small laugh. Max turns to look at me on the back seat, undoubtedly a debauched mess with my skirt still rucked up, my arms bound, and his cum dripping down my legs. My stomach clenches at the glittering, primal intensity in his eyes as he devours me with his gaze. “No. Now that I have you, I’m keeping you.”
