“Don’t speak my name, monster,” she snapped, the words automatic. She regretted them a moment later. But he only smiled wider. “Are you trying to piss me off? Because I should tell you, all that does is get me hard.” “You’re depraved.” And yet, she liked it, her core tightening and her pussy growing slick at his coarse words. At his slight smile. At the sight of him. “What I am,” he said slowly, “is yours.”
