CH.93

Emmeline’s upper body was suddenly pushed down with bruising force, bending her over fully as though his last restraint finally snapped.

Her cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table and his thick, pulsating c0ck, slick with her essence, nestled between the cheeks of her ass in a deliciously obscene way.

"The very first thing I thought when I saw you swaying those wicked hips to provoke me was to bend your luscious body over this billiard table and plunder every inch of you until you were a mindless, whimpering mess," Zavian murmured darkly.

Fear shot through Emmeline at the thought of being impaled on his monstrous member. His tone and stance right now spelled danger.

She wanted him to take her just as much as she knew he desired her. But he was just too huge. The sight of him terrified her the first time she saw it, and it still does. Even more so when he was only an inch from breaching her opening.

"M-Mr. Blackthorn. It's so huge...please, I don't think I can take it. Don't