Chapter 20. Sweet Pink Cunt

Freya’s POV

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire.

I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve ending was screaming, raw and oversensitive from the way he’d already touched me, tasted me, denied me.

He didn’t give me time to think.

“Take off your dress and leave nothing on,” he growled, eyes blazing as they raked over my body, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. “I want to see that gorgeous full body of yours. Those perfect bouncy tits, and the dripping sweet pink cunt—all of it, right now.”

His words sent a hot, shameful thrill racing through me, making my cunt clench hard and my thighs slick with sudden need, nipples aching as my body begged for whatever wicked thing he planned next.

My fingers moved before my brain could catch up. I unbu