“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.” He turned around and headed back to the kitchen as I murmured. “How do you know?” He stopped, then turned his head to see me over his shoulder. “Because no woman ever has.”
