Grind

DaneI'm silent. I'm trained. I'm lethal.My hand skimming down your thigh, my gaze a weapon—I know more ways to kill you than please you.But you're not paying for my aim. You're paying for my control. Bringing you a breath away from ecstasy, watching you beg as I hold back your release, I'll show you exactly what you've been missing. Your hunger is my currency and five thousand is my price. I only ...