"Tell me what I want to hear, little shadow," he repeats. "Get the fuck off of me." I squirm under his grasp, but he only holds me in place tighter. He pulls my leggings down enough to sneak his hand into them and swipes his finger across my panties. "Even your pussy knows who she belongs to. So wet for me." He's not wrong. That traitorous bitch is aching for him. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breathing is heavy.
