Arya’s POV
“What do you think you’re doing?” I heard Louis voice of dismay as he watched me shamelessly tug at my gown but I couldn’t care less. Just the effect of my dress touching my body was already painful enough.
I got to him and grabbed his biceps. My fingers tightened instinctively around him as another constriction happened in my lower abdomen.
"I... I" I stammered, not able to find my words and my gaze dropped in frustration. I haven't felt so ashamed in my entire life, trying to get him to f**k me like an attention whore... Just like Fiona said.
"You're aroused" he said with a frown and I couldn't bear to meet his eyes.
"Are you drunk?" He asked and I shook my head quickly.
"No, I didn't drink much..." I trailed off and a painful gasp escaped my lips before I could stop my
