Bad Mistake. Part 9

He moved his hand down my body and leaned closer to me from behind, brushing his lips against my ear and chuckling deeply into it. “After all this time, and you still think you have control, Mila. You’re mine. I tell you when I fuck you, where I fuck you, how I fuck you.”

When he finally touched the top of my skirt, I moaned softly. Reaching inside my skirt, he played with the hem of my panties and then drove his fingers across the top of them and made his way down farther. I dug my fingers into the couch and gasped when he reached the bottom of my soaked thong.

He pressed his fingers down against them harder, slowly rubbing circles. “Do you understand me? I have so many pictures of your slutty little cunt in my phone that I could ruin your life, Mila, or I could make you very successful in whatever business you want to start. All I have to do is show your pussy to the right people.”

My core clenched at the thought. Deep down, I knew that he would never do that, bu