“Tell me, killer.” He nuzzles me. “What makes you think that this is a negotiation?” “Please, use your fingers. Why don’t you want to—” “You need to shut the fuck up about what you think I want. This is a mess, and you’re not in any condition to make any asks. You promised to do what I say.” A kiss on my cheek. “Is this who you are? Someone who breaks her promises?” I shake my head, feverish, panting. “Good girl. Fingers,” he orders. “Now.” I shove my hand down my underwear with no grace. “Oh my God.” It’s just…so much. Way too much. “Why am I so wet?” “It’s normal,” he says. “You’re going to
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