Chapter 29
“I—I enjoyed that.”
Stefan’s whisper was so quiet, even he could barely hear it. But Daz apparently did, for he smirked and continued to massage the cream into Stefan’s n****e.
“You did.”
Stefan swallowed, twisting his fingers in the dressing gown.
“Why did I enjoy it?”
“Because that’s the kind of thing you enjoy.”
“Being r—”
“Playing out a fantasy,” Daz interrupted smoothly. He capped the tube and tugged the dressing gown up over Stefan’s shoulders. For a brief moment, his hand cupped Stefan’s other breast, and he leaned over to kiss the undamaged n****e. Stefan shrank away from the touch, feeling disgusted, and tugged the robe closed.
“Why would I like a fantasy where that happened?”
“When something hurts, your body shoves out a load of chemicals to cope with it. App
