40. COLD LUST.

MIA’S POV. Nine inches was a number I’d heard, a fantasy, but seeing it, knowing it was for me. It made my pussy clench around nothing, a fresh wave of slickness betraying my fear. My body tensed in anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted him. No, I needed him. My lungs burned. My wrists ached against the rough silk of the ties. The vibration had subsided to a memory but the need it left behind was a living, thrashing thing inside me. I was spread open, utterly exposed for him. “See something you like, Mia?” His voice was a low growl, a vibration that went straight to my core. I could only nod, my throat too tight for words. The academic, the nerd man was gone. In his place was pure, primal alpha. He placed a knee on the bed between my splayed legs, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sight of his muscular thigh, dusted with light hair, so close to my pussy made me whimper. He didn’t enter me. Not yet. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress on e