“Next time, I’m going to see how loud you can scream, Ms. Vitalio. I’m going to make you so sore you won’t know if it’s from the screaming or the fucking.” This man needed a leash for that dirty, explicit mouth. Morana rolled her eyes even as her heart stuttered, his words settling into her inflamed body. “You give yourself a little too much credit.” “Say that when I can’t still smell you on my fingers.”
