Chapter 50

VANCE

“Suck.”

She hesitates—just for a second—but that’s enough. My hand knots in her hair, forcing her head down until her lips meet me. The gasp she makes is pathetic. Wet.

Good.

I don’t give a fuck if she’s scared. I don’t give a fuck if her knees ache against the marble floor. I *own* this moment. I own her mouth. And if she chokes? Even better.

Her fingers dig into my thighs, trembling. Beggi