The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
At the same time, his hand slid down my torso, his fingers violently ripping through the front fastening of my leather trousers, shoving the stiff, heavy material down past my hips in one fluid, brutal movement.
His rough, calloused palm slid instantly between my thighs, finding the dripping, burning heat of my center. I shrieked into his mouth, my hips arching frantically against his hand as his fingers found the rhythm of my pulse, my body clamping down around his touch in absolute, helpless submission as the first day of the hybrid reign began in the shadow of the velvet chair.