OUT OF THE ASHES
“If you don’t want to fuck me, then say so. I’ll find someone else willing to fuck me so hard I forget my name, but honestly? I think you might be the best person for the job.”
“You like it hard?”
“I like it to hurt.”
“Hurting someone doesn’t get me off,” Knight said quietly. Not like anyone was paying them any attention, what with the way he’d been throwing off do not fuck with me vibes all night.
She slid off the bar stool and onto the balls of her feet, the motion rocking her body up against Knight's without apology and with a wicked little smirk curving that plush mouth. When she spoke, her warm breath ghosted over Knight's ear. “Which begs the question of what gets you off, hmm?”