“But … you’re really good at it,” I choke out, breathing hard, my arms burning but that ardent heat in my lower belly burning more. “I read too much,” Church says, gesturing at his manga stack on the nightstand. “Lots of hentai,” he whispers, putting his mouth up against my forehead. Hentai is Japanese porn, by the way. “The occasional romance. You know what my favorite genre is?” “Am I about to find out?” I look over at him, still breathing hard, still tied up. “Bully romance,” he says with a smile. “I like to see the bad guys get redeemed in the end.”
