Chapter 43

• Megan was caught somewhere between really wanting to show him up—to prove that she wasn’t that needy by continuing to resist, and just wanting to be split open and drilled.
• Her mind whirled, and she was still making faint, pathetic sounds of frustration when his hand met sticky wetness her. He smeared his hand all over her, sliding his fingers into her unnecessarily, and played with her for no other reason than to touch her since he had his expensive equipment sitting right there.
• She could hear his labored breathing, feel the urgent way he gripped her, and heard the soft noise he made when she said his name. Such a faint, helpless sound that he immediately swallowed it.