Chapter 24
Kestrel's Pov
I open my mouth to protest, to defend my relationship with Diego, but the words die in my throat as he turns me around and lifts me effortlessly, placing me on his lap so that I straddle him. My back is against the tree trunk now, his powerful thighs beneath mine.
I try to speak or say something and anything to maintain some semblance of control, but he parts my legs wider with his hands firmly on my thighs. My hands go to his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he positions me exactly how he wants me.
"Be really quiet," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "And just look at me. Can you do that, Kestrel?"
I want to protest, to say no and to maintain some shred of dignity, but my body is already ruined by him. My n*****s are hard points pressin
