And I swear to God my p***y clenched so hard I almost whimpered.
Because he meant it.
He wasn’t bluffing.
He wasn’t teasing.
He was starving.
And I was the only thing on the menu.
I could feel it in the way his jaw flexed.
I could feel it in the way his chest heaved against mine.
I could feel it in the way his eyes dropped to my mouth like he was about to lose every bit of his control and f**k me right there against the tree until I cried his name.
So I smiled.
Real slow.
Real cruel.
The kind of smile that said I know exactly what I’m doing to you and I want to watch you break from it.
“Then maybe I want to kill you,” I whispered, voice soft and sugar-sweet but dripping with something filthier, darker, wetter.
His nostrils flared.
His whole body jerked forward like he didn’t
