Quin's jaw clenched. She did not look at Jade but stared at Marcus, hiding her fury with a façade of icy detachment. She wanted to be the one in the bed, legs wide apart, taking all of him inside her till she could no longer see straight. She wanted the euphoric pleasure, the bliss of being penetrated and f****d, not the part of the servant who had to do the dirty job. But looking into Marcus's eyes and seeing how he regarded her, owning her entire body, Quin felt herself getting wet with lust. It infuriated her to want it, but her cunt betrayed her.
It took no persuasion for Jade to get up on the bottom bunk, creaking the frame from the change of weight distribution. The mattress was threadbare and thin, the sheets rough and reeking of washing powder, but it did not matter to her. Jade s
