CHAPTER 2: THROAT-FUCKED

EMMA’S POVThe words were degrading, horrifying. And they sent a fresh, scalding wave of heat flooding between my legs.

My hips started to rock against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers.

"Yes—please—" I begged, the shame incinerated by a need so profound it felt like dying.

Kade smirked, a predator seeing his prey walk willingly into the trap. His fingers withdrew with a wet pop.

"On your knees."

I sank to the cold, hard floor without a moment's hesitation. My heart was a wild drum in my chest.

He unzipped his jeans, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, veiny, and ruddy with need, the...