"You shouldn't look at me like that," he growled, stroking the soft skin beneath her chin with his finger. "Like what, Dean?" "Like you want me to bend you over my knee," he casually said. "Like you want me to spank you red. Like you want to be-" "Fucked," she finished for him in the smallest whisper. His eyes slightly widened, and his cock twitched in greed, but he kept his hand firmly planted in her hair as the other balled into a fist by his side. "Thoroughly fucked, maybe?" "Yeah, that," she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Then ask me for it, Karina."