Chapter 228

　　Mavo.

　　"Fuck—"

　　"Language," he said, almost amused. "I know you're enjoying this but that doesn't give you a pass to swear. Now, count them for me."

　　"One."

　　The next one came lower.

　　"Two."

　　He kept a steady rhythm, never the same spot twice in a row. By eight my skin was burning and my voi...