“Kenzo.” His eyes jerk up, locking with mine, and the dice go flying as he pounces. I yelp as he pins me to the sofa, ripping open my thighs and settling between them as he grinds against me. “Don’t say my name like that.” “What? Kenzo?” I query in confusion, and he groans. “Yes, like that, darling.” “It’s literally your name, would you prefer I just call you asshole?” I snap, even as I arch up into him. “Call me whatever you want, darling, as long as you don’t stop me and scream it for everyone to hear.”
