“Could fuck you just like this,” Rozanov growled. “Against the fucking wall. You would like that, yes?” Would Shane like that? Probably. “Not tonight,” Rozanov continued, moving his mouth close to Shane’s ear. “Tonight I will go easy on you.” Shane wanted to tell him to fuck off, but Rozanov was kissing his throat, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin, so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.
