Chapter 17

• He gives my nipple a not-so-gentle bite and ignores me. I let out an angry huff of air and try to wiggle beneath him, desperate to feel his cock sliding in and out of me, but all he does is put more of his body weight on me, pinning me in place while he slowly kisses his way to my other tit before giving it the same teasing treatment. I scratch my nails along his back hard enough to make him groan and give me a warning bite. When I do it again, he grabs onto both my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them to the floor above my head.
• “Such a fucking brat,” he whispers against my nipple, but I can tell how much he loves it.
• “Fuck me,” I beg, not caring that I sound like the brat he just accused me of being.