My Step-Uncle's Plaything
I was about to push myself up when a pair of strong hands grabbed me.
“Did the club run out of women already? They even sent their promo girl here?” the man said, sounding annoyed.
I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him he was wrong but he suddenly kissed me.
I tried to pull away, tried to explain, but his grip was firm, unyielding.
My back hit something solid.
A door.
Great. Completely trapped.
I needed to get out. “Fuck, your lips are ridiculously soft,” he murmured—right before he kissed me again, deeper this time.