“I’ve been a bad girl,” I say.
“Yeah? You want to be punished? Is that it?”
“Oh, you know I do,” I say softly. “Are you going to punish me?”
“I guess I have to.” He unbuckles himself from the seat. “Turn over.”
I love a sexy older man... one that knows how to f*ck.
He seems to know exactly what I'm thinking. He knows just how to get me to do everything he wants.
And he wants to drink blood.
I might be in over my head.
