Captive To The Ruthless Heirs
“‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”
Jasper actually choked on his own spit and Silas slowly lowered his glass of scotch, his icy silver eyes suddenly locked entirely onto the little book in my hands.
“‘I touch myself thinking about him,’” I continued, thoroughly enjoying the complete shock radiating from my brothers. “‘Thinking about his mouth on mine so hard and demanding. I want him to ruin and ravage my pussy. I want Elijah to absolutely ruin me.’”
I snapped the book shut, completely losing my