Chapter 102

Shantelle’s POV

I arched against him, needing to feel more of him, needing his entire body pressed against mine. I wanted him to dominate me. To take me.

He pinned my arms to the wall above my head. I panted, gazing up at him hungrily.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

“Yes.” I could barely gasp as his entire body trapped me against the wall. He rolled his hips against mine, his cock pressing into me, and I moaned with need. I was wet and ready for him and had been all night, even if my mind had tried to deny the truth.

He looked down at the way my breasts were squeezed together and let out a low groan. “You wore this slutty little dress for me, didn’t you?” he asked, dragging his finger along the low neckline, making me shiver at his touch. “Tell me,” he ordered.

“I wore it for you,” I gasped, barely recognizing the sultry rasp of my voice.

“This is all for me.” He slid his hand down, cupping my breast harshly. “Say it.”

“It’s all for