But then I look up and catch her expression. Her cheeks are rosy, her lips slightly parted, her hair a wild sweaty mess that’s pasted against her shoulders.
She looks so f*****g satisfied.
She also looks so f*****g sad.
That stops me in my tracks.
“Is this what you like?” she asks softly. Her voice barely rises above a whisper. “Having a helpless woman at your disposal? Forcing yourself on a woman who can’t refuse?”
Her words send a jolt stinging through me.
I feel my c**k deflate.
The desire coursing through my veins hits a wall suddenly and I feel my hands fall to my sides.
“Go,” I growl. “Now. Get out of here.”
She stares at me for a moment. Trying to figure out if I’m serious or not.
Then she slides out from underneath me and runs for her bedroom.
A second later, I hear the
