But Viktor didn’t stop. If anything, degrading me only seemed to excite him more.
He released his grip on my hair and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing hard. Cutting off my air, making the pressure explode in my head.
"Who would’ve thought the sheriff’s precious daughter would be getting f****d in a roadside bar, moaning like a b***h in heat?"
"Viktor, f**k. I’m going to…" I gasped, trembling. A warning and a plea.
As if he knew exactly what I needed to get there, his hand left my wrist and traveled between my legs. Circling the neglected bundle of nerves with two fingers, quickly, while pulling me deeper.
"Like this?" he whispered against my ear. "This way?"
"Not yet." I grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his mouth against my throat. "I want you… I need you to…"
"Shh
