45. What is that?

He kissed her hard, biting and sucking her, licking her mouth. A mockery of a lover's kiss. He shoved her back down. "Pass me that bottle of lube, will you? I don't want to get blood all over my sheets if I tear the inside of your asshole. This is two thousand thread count Egyptian cotton."

Adeline took the tube of lube within her reach and flung it at his head, but he caught it deftly. "Why do you have so much lube, anyway? Do you have a habit of ass-raping virgins?"

He smirked at her. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't have to rape anyone. They offer it to me on a silver platter."

Adeline could barely contain her fury. "Fuck you. Just get it done!"

"I'm on my way, whore. Sit tight." He squirted more lube on