“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. “One.” Bite. “Two.” Bite. “Three.”
