Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
His other hand cupped one roughly, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple until I whimpered.
“Such a good girl,” Grayson sneered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Let’s see how well you can follow instructions.”
Hale’s arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but his cock was a thick ridge against his slacks, impossible to miss. Grayson shoved me to my knees, his grip punishing as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. My breath hitched. He was big, thicker than Hale, with veins pulsing along his length.