Chapter 83 His Little Slut In Satin I

• The limo door clicked shut behind me, sealing in perfume, leather, and a sudden drop in oxygen.
• He didn’t say hello.
• His hand wrapped around my throat the second I sank into the seat, cool rings biting into the sides of my neck, tilting my chin up like I was a prize he’d just bought at auction. One slow look dragged down from the curve of my painted mouth to the edge of my gown where my legs were crossed like I had manners. I didn’t.