He pulls back and slams forward and I yelp.
“You’re dripping down my c**k. There’s a puddle on the floor under you. You know that, right? You’re making a f*****g mess of yourself for me and you love it. I didn’t ask nicely and you love that. You love that I climbed through your window and put you on your knees and made you beg, because nobody else has ever had the nerve to do that, have they? Nobody else has ever looked at you and seen what I see.”
His fist tightens in my hair. His hips pick up speed.
“I see all of you, Jillian Pierce. The parts you show the world and the parts you don’t, the ones you locked away. I see them and I want every single one. Give them to me. I want you feral and I want you soft and I want you ruined, and you’re going to give me all of it, because you already
