"Tell me… how do you like it?"
The words were like the devil's whisper luring her to an abyss of temptation.
A blissful chill traveled up her spine and her lips slowly parted, unclenching from being pressed tightly shut.
"… Ravage me like I'm your disobedient whore," she managed to reply, each word broken and barely restraining the chaotic lust within her.
She stated her deepest desire—a premium upgrade from what she had overheard by the windows those two nights.
"Whore? That's quite the word to describe yourself," Miles whispered, his voice carrying a wisp of teasing doubt and amusement. "But then, I can understand you… you want this big white cock badly."
Yasmin trembled as his grip tightened at the back of her neck.
Two seconds passed in heated silence.
"Ahhhhhhrghhhh."
A gasp, similar to a groan, sharply reverberated through the room.
