“You want me to make you come, don’t you?” “Yes.” “Then tell me you’re my good little slut and maybe I will.” He delves deeper, lifting me onto my toes, but never giving me the movement and friction that I crave. “It’s not a dirty word, Justine. It’s beautiful. When you’re like this you’re beautiful and I want you to feel it.” I let out a shaky breath. “Please, Ronan. Not that.” He frowns and pauses. “Please,” I beg.
