Iris’s POV
He's inside me and my legs are over his shoulders. My mind finds it hard to grasp what’s happening to me.
The man between my thighs is a man the entire city is hunting and his c**k is buried inside me, hitting a place inside me that makes my thoughts dissolve like ice.
He pulls his belt from the carpet. The leather is still warm. He grabs both my wrists and binds them together above my head, looping the belt tight, and pinning my arms to the floor. The leather digs into my skin and I pull against it, but it’s helpless.
"Don't," I gasp, yanking at the belt. "You can't just—"
"I can do whatever I want."
He drives into me and the angle with my arms stretched above my head changes everything. My back arches off the carpet and my t**s push upward and my p***y tilts so his c**k
