Mira's POV

His eyes darkened. A low growl rumbled out of his chest. He leaned in closer, one big hand braced beside my head, the other still resting heavy on my inner thigh.

“Oh really?” he said, voice thick and dangerous. “You fantasized about your mother’s husband fucking you? About me claiming every hole you’ve got?” He shook his head once, slow, like he couldn’t believe it but it made his cock twitch anyway. “Then I’m going to give you exactly what you want, bad girl.”

He moved between my spread thighs, big and solid, his cock still rock hard and shiny from my wetness. He grabbed himself at the...