BREE’S POV
My thighs spread unconsciously, obeying an instinct that feels almost primal.
“There is no poison in your blood this time,” he purrs, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “No convenient little excuse to hide behind in the morning. We just have you right now, completely sober, no doubt wet for us. Say the word, Bree. Give me one little yes, and we will rip this flimsy f*****g shirt off and spread you wide open for all three of us. We wouldn’t even rush, baby. We would take hours. Lots and lots of hours. We’d stretch you out so slow, and feel just how good you take our fingers, and our tongues, and our c***s. Let us ruin you properly, sweetheart. Let us f**k you so thoroughly that tomorrow, when you try to leave, you’ll be utterly devastated by how pathetic every other man fe
