Chapter 87

Rezso’s POV

I glared up at Dixon, but his smirk never faltered. He had me pinned to the bed, his hands holding mine in place. He didn't seem the least bit annoyed, in fact, he looked rather pleased. I cursed myself for choosing such a foolish plan, wondering why I didn't think of a better plan.

“Say it again,” he ordered, his grin widening like a Cheshire cat's. His eyes bore into mine, challenging me to repeat my words. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“What I said was that you smell like a sweaty gym sock and I might die from asphyxiation from your odor,” I repeated what I said, feigning a smile. Crossing my legs underneath him, but my heart was still racing. I wasn't sure if what I said would stop him from drilling my hole for the second time in less than ten hours.

Dixon might have sensed what I did, he pushed his knee to my thighs, forcing my legs open. Spreading them a little wider than before, my cock brushed roughly against his knee and I let out a muffled gro