"Shut up!" The words were sharp, a brittle command that cracked in the middle.
"You just need to keep your promise. Your word." She emphasized the last word, as if reminding a man like Ross that such a concept existed.
"If I make you come, you get out of my family's life. Forever. No more threats, no more 'favors'. We are done."
Without allowing him another taunt, she moved. It was not a seductive crawl, but a decisive, almost clumsy act of conquest.
She swung a leg over his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his body.
Now, straddling him, the reality of their situation became terrifyingly intimate.
The coarse weave of his trousers scratched against her inner thighs.
The hard, promising ridge of his erection pressed against her cunt sent a jolt of pure, unwelcome electricity through her.
She was completely exposed, her smooth, bald mound a testament to a meticulous preparation that felt more like grooming for a sacrifice.
