“What if I’m asking you to though?” I leaned in, flattening my tits to his hard chest. He rumbled against me, the dangerous noise running down to my core. “What if I need it to distract me? What if I need you to fuck me until the pain turns into pleasure, Mr. Reed?”
And this bugs me soooo much. He already said no, and it annoys me that she’s going to keep trying and convince him to say yes instead of respecting his choice.
