Savage Sons MC Books 1-5
Emma Mountfordi like the bartenderhe stares at me from a distance but ignores meyour gaze hits the side of my facei caught him looking at my lips
I growled out.
“You.” Her voice was nothing but a whimper.
Her body moved against my hand, rubbing her mound against the heel of my hand as I flicked my fingers inside of her.
I knew what Gretal liked, I knew how to get her off. I always had.
“Who owns you, Gretal? Your heart, your mind, your fucking orgasms?”
“You, please, Hansel.” She was losing control and I loved it.
I increased my pace, holding her firm. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but that just added to the excitement. If we were caught then the game was over.