After returning to the pack house, I swayed my hips from side to side and walked up the stairs, letting Roman peek up my dress. At lunch, he had been so unbearably hard through his gray suit pants, his c**k pressed against the tight material for me to gawk at.
I bet he couldn’t wait to get me alone.
When we reached the top of the stairs, Roman pressed me against the nearest wall. “Are you trying to get on my f*****g nerves, Isabella?” he asked, soft lips brushing against the mark on my neck. “I told you that the next time you disrespected me in front of Kylo, you’d be on your knees in front of him.”
Arching a brow, I pushed my hips back against his to feel his hardness against my ass. “Well, Roman, Kylo isn’t here.” I placed a hand on this bulge and stroked him slowly. “It’s just me and
