“You in this fucking jersey,” he cursed, hands running down my ribs until he was fisting the fabric and tugging. “It drives me insane, Mia. It makes me reckless.” He tugged enough to expose my collarbone, his teeth biting the flesh as I gasped. “I’m going to strip you bare and bind you with it. I’m going to make you squirm until you’re begging me for relief, until all you can do is scream my name like a desperate little fangirl.” Filthy. Degrading. Addicting. I wanted more. “You’re so full of yourself,” I said breathlessly, the bite of my rebuttal weak. “You’ll be full of me soon, too.”
