Twisted Temptation
Tyler’s fingers threaded in my hair, tugging gently, guiding me at his pace, never cruel, just demanding.
“Look at you,” Ethan growled behind me, his voice low and dangerous. “Our perfect little toy.”
The words made me shudder. I clenched hard around him, and he hissed, thrusts turning brutal.
Tyler laughed breathlessly. “She likes being called that. Dirty girl.”
Tears streaked my cheeks, drool wetting my chin, but I didn’t care. I loved it—the rawness, the filth, the way they stripped me of pretense.