Lila POV
"If only you could see yourself now, you would realize that you were born to look this fucking good."
His voice was dark with hunger, a low rumble of sexual ravening.
A soft finger traced around the swell of my breast, a warm breath skidding across the skin of my neck.
"If I should touch you between your legs right now, lila, what would I find?"
I didn't answer. His touch was consuming my body, my mind, affecting my capability to form any coherent thought or answer.
Abruptly he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, my scalp stinging with the force. "Answer me."
"Wet. I'm wet…sir." My answer came out with a huff, and he immediately let go of my hair.
I felt him move around me, and I shuddered when he took my bound wrists in his hand.
"If you're wet now, lila, you're going to be soaked by the time I'm done with you."
Slowly he lifted my arms. The more he pulled my arms up, the more my shoulders started to ache in protest, leaving me no choice but to bend forward.
