Chapter 2
I dragged her by the wrist down the short hallway to the bedroom, both of us half-stumbling, mouths crashing together every few steps because neither of us could stop kissing long enough to breathe.
The second we crossed the threshold I shoved her face-down onto the mattress, her ass up, her fishnets ripped wider by my hands as I yanked them down to her knees.
She moaned into the sheets, pushing back, already begging again.
“Please, Delilah. I need it. I’m so f*****g empty.”
I didn’t answer right away, I let the silence stretch, heavy and thick, until her breathing turned ragged just from waiting.
Then I walked slow to the dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out the black leather cuffs I kept for nights exactly like this, Harlow is my friend's younger sister and
