“Peace offering.” There’s a hint of a smile on her face, but then she scowls. “Wow. You must really want to ride the worthless slut, huh?” Fuck. I’ve never been good at apologizing. Probably because I don’t feel sorry for a lot of shit. “You’re not a worthless slut.” I stifle the urge to tell her that I do, however, want her to ride me harder than a jockey riding their champion horse when they’re approaching the finishing line.
