Cassandra’s POV
My mom tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Cassandra, what’s going on?”
I swallowed hard, panic flooding my chest.
“Yeah, Cassandra,” Axel said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement. “Is something wrong?”
The room fell silent, all eyes on me, and I couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out next.
“I’m fine!” I muttered.
I kept my head down the rest of the meal, pretending to be engrossed in my plate. Whatever Axel or Draven—or whoever it was—thought they were doing, it wasn’t funny. Every brush of those fingers drove me insane.
I clenched my thighs together, willing myself to ignore it. But the game wasn’t over.
The pressure returned. This time, the person was slower, making lazy strokes over the damp fabric of my panties. I inhaled sharply, f
