CHAPTER 2: THROAT-FUCKED
EMMA’S POV
The words were degrading, horrifying. And they sent a fresh, scalding wave of heat flooding between my legs.
My hips started to rock against his hand, f*****g myself on his fingers.
"Yes—please—" I begged, the shame incinerated by a need so profound it felt like dying.
Kade smirked, a predator seeing his prey walk willingly into the trap. His fingers withdrew with a wet pop.
"On your knees."
I sank to the cold, hard floor without a moment's hesitation. My heart was a wild drum in my chest.
He unzipped his jeans, and his c**k sprang free. It was thick, veiny, and ruddy with need, the head already glistening with a drop of pre-c*m.
It was bigger than I'd imagined, a weapon of pure male dominance. I licked my lips, and I saw his breath hitch.
