“That’s the second time you’ve said that to me tonight, and it’s the second time you’re wrong. You don’t fucking know me, Winter. Turn over now, or I’ll double what’s coming to you.” My command was absolute. She swallowed hard, her slender throat bobbing against my grip. I wondered how it would feel to tighten my hand and make her claw against my wrist for air. Just the thought was a fucking turn-on. She shook her head. “No.” “No?” I toyed with her throat, tightening and loosening my grip. Her eyes stayed glued to mine. She wasn’t nearly scared enough. “You have to make me,” she whispered.
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