"Even in the dark," he said, "I can tell what your body wants."
"Then why do you make me say it."
He shifted closer, and she felt the warmth of his breath arrive at her ear. "I like it when you beg." His lips barely grazed her ear. "Beg, Bambola."
Vee closed her eyes. "I want you," she said. "Please."
A pause. His fingers trailed idly along her hip.
"What do you want?"
The patience in his voice was obscene.
"I want you to fuck me."
Another pause.
"How do you want it?"
She turned her face toward him, close enough that the words would land precisely where she aimed them. "Hard," she said. "Fast."
A beat.
"Relentless."
