“Tell me like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.” My voice is rough with need. Her eyes meet mine with a fiery purple defiance. “It’s never felt this good. Like I want more. Like it’s not a chore. Like I don’t want it to end.” The words come out like an accusation like she’s angry. She resents the confession being forced from her. But I’ll make it worth her while.
