She knew he liked to watch her, to ogle her like she was some piece of meat. Wu’s hands had moved from her back to the side of her waist, and then… She gagged, her eyes watering as she fought the urge to pull back. Since the day she had been forced to her knees before him, the power had shifted. His kiss was clumsy, unpracticed, like a loser fumbling with something too complex for a worthless cretin to understand. “WU! “Good, I have what I need,” Kassie had started to say. Amanda was dressed in a tight red workout outfit that left nothing to the imagination. “One more kiss,” she warned, her eyes narrowed, “and then you’ll stop bothering me, until I got use for you again.” Wu nodded eagerly. But she remained passive, allowing him to believe he had the upper hand. “No, you moron,” Kassie ordered, her voice dripping with the kind of pure disdain that she kept reserved for the lowest of the low.
