Janet’s throat tightened.
She could hear it in his teasing tone.
Of course she f*****g came. And he damn well knew it.
He might have missed the first one, but the second?
They both knew he brought her unparalleled pleasure.
A euphoria so severe that Janet feared it would drive her mad with infatuation.
Still, she lifted her chin, scraping together her pride and answered, voice steady even as her body trembled on top of him, “That’s right. I didn't cum.”
She hated him.
For three years, she really had.
But now?
Young.
New to any sort of tenderness or displays of affection at all.
Janet simply hated herself.
Because enemy or not, she didn't hate him at all tonight.
And that she could not bear.
Vincent chuckled softly against her neck, the sound low and velvety.
