Chapter 51 Avery

• AVERY
• “I—” His fingers move upward, pinching my nipple between them, the movement enough to stop my train of thought. My mind and body at war, he’s psychotic, deranged, and more than a little obsessive. He’s batshit crazy, and yet my hips are digging into the bed, my insides turning inside out at a feeble attempt to resist Drake. Why can’t I resist him?
• “Cat got your tongue, Princess?” He drawls, proud of himself, and how can I deny it when coherent thoughts are miles away. My nails dig into his flesh, leaving little crescent imprints, my teeth biting back the moan threatening to escape. He applies more pressure to the sensitive flesh, tugging on them.