In the dead of night in the wilderness, her hands tightly bound by ropes, a knife pressed to her trembling lips.
“You still sitting there?” the long-haired man growls. “Or are you gonna break first?”“Fear doesn’t mean I can’t.” she snaps, eyes wet and blazing with defiance.“Untie one hand.
Unless you’re scared you’ll find out—I’m gonna make you come first.”“Come on.” she pants, voice dripping with lust and venom.He flips her onto the bed, skin-to-skin.