Humiliation
Lydia I tried my best to stifle a gasp when I felt the back of his hand right above the swell of my breasts. Completely frozen on the spot, I waited for him to remove his hand and when he didn’t, I stole a glance at the brother with his hair in a neat bun. “What do we have here?” He asked out loud and I wasn’t sure if he wanted me or the others to answer him. His eyes were inspecting my newly acquired necklace as if it was the most stunning piece of jewelry he had ever seen. Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to it and gave into temptation. He let his fingers touch it but quickly removed them as if it had burned him. Perhaps it was static electricity. The other brothers' eyes were locked on the necklace as well, or perhaps on the swell of my breasts. It was hard to tell, actually.
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