In one swift move, he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. My heart pounded as his hands slid over my ass, squeezing, kneading, before hooking his fingers into the thin fabric of my costume.
The sound of it tearing filled the dark hallway. I gasped, half-shocked, half-aroused beyond reason, as cool air hit my bare skin.
“Perfect,” he muttered, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers finding me slick and ready. He pushed one inside me without warning, making me moan so loud it echoed through the empty house.
“Good girl,” he growled, pumping his finger in deep, then adding another. “Open for me already. So greedy.”
I bit my lip, clutching the wall for balance as pleasure flooded me, my body rocking back against his hand. The rough leather of his glove dragged in just t
