Forbidden Desires
Here, I saw how he wanted everything.
Tristan Ford was a taker, vicious in his pursuit of conquering the world, and I wanted him to conquer me now.
“You want this?” he ground out as he squeezed my throat, his other hand moving his cock back and forth over me. Then his thumb brushed my clit, and I wiggled against him faster. I nodded. “Say it, baby. Own it.”
He let go a little of my neck. “I want you, Tristan. I’m on birth control and my tests are clear,” I whispered.