Good Girl Gone Bad
“This is how I beg.”
Rising smoothly, I closed the distance, wrapping my arms around his neck. His body tensed, a coiled spring ready to snap. My fingers traced his jaw, rough with stubble, down to the pulse throbbing in his neck. The touch was electric, forbidden, stirring desires I wished I could bury.
If I go lower, I’ll make sure I have the last laugh. His breath came shallower, eyes darkening.
“Zeus, please? I can go out, right?” I leaned in, with the pleading eyes locking onto his. “You'll allow me, won't you? I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Hm?"