Chapter 36

19. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

This cunning bastard had snuck a mirror behind him the whole time, and what for?

“I thought you'd badly want to see how you look and mostly watch how fucked up you also are when I whip this tight little ass of yours.” He said, digging his fingers into her hair to pull it backward.

“Or you mean how fucked up you want me to look.” She corrected him, her chin raised in the air due to his grip.

Out of nowhere he snaked a finger into her harness to tug at her nipple, and she flinched, biting down a moan.

The corners of lips slanted in subtle amusement,

“Give it time. I doubt you'd keep those sounds muted when I'm done with these two beauties. Your count increased, by the way.” He revealed,

Did he just call her two insecurities beauties? She knew when guys were trying pathetically hard to flatter her body just to stick their dick up in her ass, but his tone was purposeful, as though he was talking