Raelynn’s POV
“You’re a sick psycho,” I hissed, my voice trembling with defiance as I glared at him from where I sat, tense and breathless. Idris didn’t move. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable, like a predator deciding how best to tame its prey.
The silence stretched thick between us, vibrating with tension. My heart pounded painfully in my chest as I waited for his next move, unsure if he’d laugh or lash out. But instead of either, he leaned forward — slow, deliberate — and opened the drawer of the bedside table.
The quiet pop of a cap echoed louder than it should have. Then I felt it — something cool, slick, and unmistakably deliberate being rubbed between my thighs. My breath hitched.
“Damn you…” I whispered, shuddering at the contact.
“Don’t fight what you already fe
