A Billionaire's Minx
he presses, his hand on my waist squeezing, so hard through the clustered material of my dress.
Yes.
“No.” I choke out, my voice merely a whisper. He wants it this way, he wants me to break, and I do, I give into him, playing with him. Playing his dirty game because the sooner we're done playing, the sooner he leaves. I learnt that the hard way, and will never repeat that mistake, it's better to give the demon what he wants and drown in it, because he's mine. We all have ours, but mine is the worst, and he likes the chase, but this time I brought myself to him on a silver platter. He groans in satisfaction, his movements inside me faster.
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