Chapter Nineteen

"Do you got questions left to ask me, Meek?"

He teases, knowing he's got me tamed—trapped, with no other way out. 

"You're a fucking asshole. "

I grunt loudly and his hand moves to my hair, gripping it so tightly that it burns my scalp, and that feeling shoots straight to my core, having me drip more between my thighs, creaming my fucking thongs like the bitch that I am. 

"I know, "

He whispers, his voice doing me no justice as he moves his mouth close to my ear with his face right next to mine. "And you want that asshole to fuck you so badly. "

He lets out a chuckle that's one of mockery before pushing my rear to meet his enormous bulge, his hips bucking against mine in one swift motion which forces a moan out of me as he bends my neck to meet his eyes, so dark and fierce, the grey orbs barely noticeable anymore as he brush his lips over my shoulder blades. 

"You do not know what I could do to you, Meek. The man