“Be a good little brat and take your panties off for me,” he whispers with demand, wrapping his long fingers around my throat. My breath shudders when he takes control, tightening his hold around my throat and squeezing until my heartbeat pounds against his palm. “Take them off, and I’ll let them fuck you,” he whispers an inch from my lips, teasing me with the tip of his tongue. “Make. Me,” I hiss in defiance, begging Asher to yank down my shorts and panties and hate fuck me into oblivion.
