Twisted Cravings
“You weren’t hurt. You were just pissed and you were thinking about my fingers inside you the whole time, weren’t you?”
I shoved at his chest. He didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed my wrists, pinned them behind my back with one hand, and kissed me hard.
It was angry and desperate. Teeth and tongue and pure hunger. I kissed him back just as cruelly, hating how much I needed this.
Davies spun me around and bent me over the couch. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one rough motion, leaving them tangled around my ankles.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy,” he growled, running two fingers through my folds. “Already dripping for your ex-husband’s brother.”