I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a dark, velvety murmur. "And?" I taunted, my lips curling into a smirk. "Would that have been so terrible?" My hand lifted, my knuckles brushing against her cheek, my touch light but possessive. "You wanted it. You wanted me to fill you up, to mark you as mine."
Jennifer's breath hitched, her body betraying her as a shiver ran down her spine, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. "I—I didn't—!" she stammered again, but her voice was weak, her eyes darting away from mine for just a second—just long enough to confirm what I already knew. She wanted this. She wanted me.
I let out a low, dark chuckle, my voice thick with false sympathy as I took a step closer, invading her space. "Mother-in-law," I murmured, my tone dripping with feigned frustration, "do you have any idea how hard—how painful—it is for me to stop like that?" My fingers moved to my zipper, the sound of the metal teeth parting echoing in the tense silence of the room.
