He leaned forward and grasped my throat. “You like to be fucked hard, little sister?” he grunted, driving into me. “You like the way Caleb drives you?” I nodded, jolting hard. “Then consider yourself owned.” “Yes…” I drove back hard against him, meeting his thrusts, driving him deeper and harder. He owned me. They all owned me. He reached up and gripped my jaw, turning me to stare into my eyes. “Say my name, little sister.” “Tobias,” I moaned. “Again,” he demanded. “Tobias.”
