‘Soaked,’ he tells Anton. ‘And soft. Perfect. She’s so ready for my cock.’ ‘Not so fast,’ Anton warns, and I realise the sadistic arsehole probably has a grand master plan. ‘Keep her held wide open like this so she feels everything. You’ll be tongue fucking her in a second—’ Yes. ‘—but she doesn’t get anything unless she begs. Genevieve?’ he asks sharply, and I jolt.
