CHAPTER 2: BEGGING FOR IT
MAEVE’S POVI pushed my fingers inside, gasping at the stretch, at the filthy, wet sound it made.
“Like this?”
“Deeper. Imagine it’s my cock. Thick. Hard. Stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think.”
“Oh, God—” My head fell back, my hips rocking against my hand.
“You’d take...