Naked Pages
“Sensitive little slut.”
“Stop calling me that!” I snapped, but it only made them laugh harder.
“Slut,” one whispered at my ear, biting the lobe. “Slut, slut, slut.”
The word melted against my skin, hot and sharp.
The Captain leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes burning holes into me. Watching. Always watching.
“Look at you,” he drawled. “Fighting so hard while your body begs for more.”
“I’m not—ahhh—” My voice cracked as another mouth latched back onto my breast, sucking until wet heat pooled in my chest.