Maisie
"Jericho."
They fought.
It set me on fire. Knowing they tore at each other for me like animals. I could have taken every single one of them. I wanted them all buried inside me at once, using me until I broke. I told them so. They didn't hear.
The silver-haired beast won, but not without a broken nose, black eye, split lip. It made him look feral. Delicious. He slammed the door and my entire body clenched with fresh hunger.
His chest heaved. I stared at the slow trickle of red down his chin. I wanted to lick it. Wanted him to smear it across my skin while he ruined me.
Chains bit into my wrists, cold against my burning flesh. I yanked hard, hips rolling, legs spreading wider on their own. My core throbbed, empty, angry, starving. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of raw need between my thighs.
I knew this was important, but I didn't remember why. I was fascinated by him, watching his fingers rise to his bloodied shirt, and he began to push in the buttons.
