LILA POV
"The order was simple, little pet." His voice is silk over steel-smooth yet sharp enough to slice through my last shred of defiance. "But you dared to disobey."
His fingers trail down my thighs, leisurely, possessive, settling right where the thin scrap of lace barely covers my aching core.
I swallow hard. f**k.
"Oh, Lila... this is so good," Lola's traitorous voice whimpers, already melting from his touch. We love his hands. We crave this.
I don't. I f*****g don't.
Or at least, I shouldn't.
"Hngh." I stifle a moan, biting down on my lip as his hand tightens around my thigh, fingers moving-slow, torturous, teasing.
He doesn't even have to touch me properly. Just the heat of his palm near my p***y is enough to make my thighs tremble.
Fuck.
I almost scream when his knuckle
