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?"