“Do you want me to tell you how sensitive they are right now? How just brushing against my own fingers makes me feel it in my p***y?” I tilted my head the other way, like I was thinking. “Or would that make you even more mad, Alpha?”
“Plus,” I went on, my voice sharper now but still playful, “you’re not my f*****g dad, okay? So stop acting like you own me.
“You don’t get to control me, you don’t get to boss me around, and you sure as hell don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do. I am eighteen years old. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, with whoever I want. And if it drives you crazy, maybe you should stop and ask yourself why you’re so bothered.”
I arched my back, pushing my t**s together even tighter, my n*****s aching with the way his eyes kept flicking to them no matt
