“I want you to run.” I moaned as his teeth latched on to my flesh. “I’m too worked up. First the dressing room, and now this. I need an outlet. Since you didn’t let me kill him, I’m going to give you a five-second head start, and then I’m going to come after you, Scar,” he said against my neck, his hands digging into my hips as his cock hardened against my ass.
