“You’re so beautiful, Ashley,” he murmured, “So damn perfect.” He propped his weight on one elbow as he traced his thumb over my lower lip, seemingly mesmerized for a moment. Then his hand shifted a little lower to wrap around my throat. “Royce,” I whimpered again, rocking my hips in an attempt to put him back where he belonged. That evil smile grew wider, and his thumb stroked my jaw. “Beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck this sweet little pussy of yours and remind you that no matter what happens…you’re mine now. And I’m never letting go.”
