บท 61: HARLEY: (R18!)

My breath hitched as Sylus sucked a deep hickey into my skin, his grip on my waist growing tighter. 

"I asked a question," he growled the words into my mouth.

"Wha—what was the quest—question?" 

Sylus wrapped his hand around my throat, driving me insane. "Do you want me to stop?" 

I shook my head. "N-no." 

"What do you want me to do to you?" 

I shivered against him. "Fuck…me."  

"I didn't hear you, Harley," he said into my ear, his tone menacing. "Be more clear."  

"Go to hell!" I yanked his hair so hard, his forehead twitched in pain. "You know what I fucking want. Please, just stop teasing me and…fuck me." 

Sylus grunted needily at my panting words, fingers squeezing my waist a tiny bit tighter. "You can do better than that, dimples. Beg for it, and I'll give you what you need. I need the words, I need to hear you beg." 

"Please…" I managed. It almost physically hurt. 

"Please what, Harley?"