ROSETTE’S POV
I could have stopped him. Removed his hand. Done something other than let him grope me in full view of the wolf elite.
But the vibrator was making it hard to think, hard to care about anything except the desperate need for release building behind my eyes and between my legs.
Maybe this was the answer. Maybe if I let Magnus touch me, kiss me, give me what my body was screaming for, it would prove that Zavien meant nothing.
That the way I responded to him was biology, proximity, the toy he controlled with devastating precision.
Maybe if Magnus made me come, it wouldn’t count as losing.
We were three steps from the terrace doors when Magnus’s body jerked backward so violently that his hand ripped away from my ass, leaving me stumbling forward into empty air.
I spun around
