“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I whispered against his ear. “I’ve played nice, put on that stupid fucking mask since the day you first tested my patience. What? You want to see the real me, Harlow? Is that what you want?” My teeth nipped the lobe of his ear before I traced my tongue down the curve of his throat. He raised up, pressing his cock against me. “Slut,” I hissed. “Is that what you want? You’ve been after my cock since day one, right?”
