“You should cut me,” I say hopefully. “No.” The dimple threatens to appear again. I grit my teeth. “Does it get you off, the idea of forcing women to do things they don’t want to do?” “I didn’t realize you were so interested in what gets me off.” I recoil. “I’m not.” His gaze locks with mine. “Are you sure?” “Fucking positive.” “That’s a shame. I’d be happy to satisfy your curiosity.” He closes the distance between us, and a shiver runs through me when he dips his head close to whisper in my ear. “I like it rough.” I clench my teeth harder and try to ignore the ripples of heat that
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FUCKING FEEEEEEEETT
