I leaned up onto my toes and whispered against his lips.
“Or maybe I should be rewarded.”
The words left my lips like a secret I already knew the answer to. And I didn’t pull away. I didn’t blink. I didn’t even breathe. I just leaned closer—so close our mouths almost touched—and I whispered it.
Slow. Dirty. Shameless.
“I want your c**k in my throat first,” I said, and my voice was breathless, wrecked, all sweet seduction and heat-drenched filth.
“I want to choke on it until my eyes tear up and my makeup runs. I want you to grab my hair and f**k my face until my knees give out and I’m drooling like a stupid little heat-drunk Omega.
“And then—when you’ve ruined my voice—I want you to bend me over, spread my thighs, and slam that knot into me like I’m not even worth being gentle with.
