Maisie
Mercer was clever, pinning my back against his chest and locking both my wrists in one massive hand, restraining me without giving my greedy fingers any chance to reach him.
It felt like the worst kind of torture.
"We're trying to keep you safe, Adams—"
I headbutted him. Hard.
Mercer grunted in pain but didn't loosen his grip. I thrashed like a wild animal, every filthy curse I'd ever heard spilling out of my mouth. Words that made even me blush. But no matter how hard I fought or how desperately I begged, he refused to give me what I needed.
"Why won't you fuck me?!" I cried, voice breaking with desperate frustration. "Is it because I'm not as pretty as Tessa? I promise I can mate better than her."
The only response I got was a hoarse laugh. I added, "I'll take what you give me."
Nothing. He didn't stop walking.
"Just the tip? I'll be good, I swear it."
