Chapter 178: Take Me, Sir

Reese “Take me, Sir. Please, take me.” Penny begged, turning over on her belly with her ass in the air. You'd think that after sending the senator's son to prison with her carelessness, she'd be much more responsible now. But no. Once a deviant. Always a deviant. Well, what could I do except give her what she wants? But tonight, it wasn't so easy. Not like the other time. There was a distraction tonight. A distraction that crawled beneath my skin and stayed put there. And it had to do with the movie playing on low volume in Penelope’s bedroom. It wasn't gore. But it reminded me of gore. Of a certain someone who loved watching heads roll. Shit. Focus, Reese! My other hand traced the defined ridge of her hip bone, down the flare of her thigh, avoiding the place she wanted me the most—just like I avoided looking at the TV. The touch was clinical, almost assessing. Seeking the heat, the yielding flesh, the proof of her submission. I found it in the dampness on her inner thigh, the involunt