A wave of heat ran through her, and she bit his finger.
With a chuckle, he moved his hand and put his arm around her waist. He said to William, “I’ve been considering getting a sling for my dungeon. Might as well test-drive one here.”
“Don’t waste your time,” said a man in an ugly voice.
Beth stiffened. The Dom she’d picked up last month when hoping to avoid Nolan stood beside William, sneering at her. “She looks pretty, but she’s frigid as an iceberg. And dry as the desert.”
As William gaped, Beth turned her face away, not wanting a confrontation. After all, the Dom was right; at least, that’s how she had been for him.
She felt Nolan’s arm flex then relax. “Really?” Nolan’s voice sounded like he’d eaten gravel for breakfast. “Interesting similes, I’d have to say. Now me… I found her
