“You don’t want to live?” His hand slid down my abdomen toward my waistband. Oh, God. My body was alive and aching for this. “Fuck you, Logan.” “No, Eva. Fuck you.” With one deft move he yanked down my slacks and pushed me down over the desk. One huge hand pinned me to the wood and the other pulled down my panties and cupped me. I was wet for him, ready for the slide of his fingers as they slipped over my throbbing need. Oh, God. Oh, fucking God. “You want to die?” He adjusted the rhythm, making me squirm and gasp. “You want to not feel?”
🫣🫣🫣 me
