Aurora's POV
The air in the room was thick with the scent of leather and something darker — humiliation, unwanted desire and the slow slip of control I had on myself.
Nestore's finger lingered just above my sweaty skin, his smirk mocking as he ran his eyes through my body.
"Liar," he murmured, dragging a single fingertip down my stomach, lower until his fingers reached the tip of my buds that were already slick with arousal.
"Your body doesn't lie, little girl, even if your mouth does," I rolled my eyes and clenched my thighs together, but Nevio was already there, his palms pressing against my inner thighs, forcing them apart.
"You don't get to do that Aurora," he spoke, his voice velvety as he leaned closer, forcing his hands closer.
"You don't get to hide from us,"
I wriggled har
