Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

“Now, now, Auset, that will not do,” Tarek scolds, his glamour now gone too and his tone dripping with dark wickedness. “I want each of those screams. I want the sound of you coming ringing endlessly in my head. Don’t you fucking hold back on us now, Scorpion.”

Fuck respectful. I want feral.

“I don’t know if I like it more when these lips are professing adoration, screaming my name, or threatening me with bodily harm for pissing you off,” he admits, grinding his hips into me as my pace becomes more frenetic.