“Make me,” Stasia told her boyfriend, lifting her nose up slightly in defiance, after he asked her to fuck him.
His eyes had turned dark at those words, and the predatory way he looked at her sent tingles between her thighs. “You know I will.” Quinn approached her with slow, purposeful steps, uncuffing the sleeves of his shirt. “And you’re going to love everything I do to you.”
Stasia backed away from him, her heart thundering with anticipation. “No. I won’t let you touch me.” His responding chuckle caused her to bite her lower lip, and her back smacked into a wall behind her. Quinn had her cornered.
“You know what to say to stop me. Unless you say that word, I’m going to be fucking that sexy little body of yours until you can’t walk straight for the next week.” Shit, he knew exactly what to say to cause a puddle between her legs. With his sleeves now rolled up, he made sure he was right in front of her before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “But go ahead. Tell me no. Fight me. You know making me have to restrain you only gets me harder. So, are you sure you want to keep being a little brat?”