“What makes you think I want anything to do with a feral creature like you?” My hand moves down her stomach, over my linked arm, and grazes over the seam of her leather pants. She doesn’t say a word, but her lips part when I put pressure over her clit. It’s a slow taunting circling motion, her eyes burning as I do so. I then splay my entire palm over her cunt, pulling her hard against me. “The very thought of you is a plague I’d rather not catch,” I spit, finally unhooking my arm from around her waist and pushing her off my lap.
