Sophia's POV
My heart dropped into my stomach.
I froze.
My hand stilled between my thighs and breath caught in my throat.
He was standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. His eyes were dark, unreadable, fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him the soft click of the latch echoed in the silence.
"Did I ask you to f*****g stop?"
I stared at him my brain struggling to process what was happening. "I—you—"
"Continue."
"Thorne I can't—"
"You can." He walked toward the bed each step slow and deliberate. "and you will now continue Continue….Keep touching yourself. Let me watch.” he ordered, his voice still cold, but now
