But the dangerous son didn’t step away. Instead, he pushed the inside of my knee hard, throwing my leg wide. “Eat what’s mine again, wildcat, and I might just take it out on this sweet body.” He licked his lips as he stared between my thighs. “Only I won’t be sweet like my brother…and unlike your playtime with London, there won’t be any fucking safewords. I’ll smother your mouth and fuck you until you scream. You won’t like that…” he lifted his gaze and took a step backwards. “No, you won’t like it at all.”
