Chapter 83
Nina’s POV
The black dildo felt heavier in my hand than it should have. Thick, ridged along the shaft, the base flared wide for whatever harness Sabina planned to use. My fingers barely closed around it. I stayed kneeling, thighs pressed together, trying to hide how slick I’d become just from watching them. The room still smelled like s*x—musky, salty, mixed with the faint cedar from the house. It clung to everything.
Sabina’s voice stayed lazy, almost playful. “Bring it here, kitten.”
I didn’t move right away. My eyes flicked to the nightstand again. The wallet sat there, black leather, customized with some silver stitching I couldn’t make out from this angle. So close. If I handed her the toy and stepped forward, I could brush past the table. Maybe knock something over as
