Lucy’s heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. The fresh silver bars through her swollen nipples throbbed with every frantic breath, sending sharp, filthy sparks straight to her dripping cunt. Nick’s thick fingers were still buried between her spread thighs, two digits knuckle-deep in her slick heat, stretching her open while the piercing needle hovered right against her sensitive clit hood. His green eyes burned with raw, possessive hunger, his massive cock straining obscenely against his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, a wicked smirk twisting his lips. “Don’t you dare move, princess.”

The knock came again, louder. “Lucy, sweetheart? It’s me. Brought you that lasagna you...