Olivia's POV
I was stunned and, yet, doused in pleasure. The way his finger played with my body was irresistible. I couldn’t help myself. It felt amazing.
No. I couldn’t feel like this. I couldn’t enjoy this. I had to snap out of this.
“André… ahhhhh…please…”
I tried to speak, but only my moans erupted from my mouth. I was lost in my pleasure. I wanted…
Suddenly, he stopped. I felt weak in my knees, and he held me up. I was flushed and tried to. I looked away from him, but I couldn’t. He was holding my face in place.
“Don’t you dare look away. I’ve only just begun. You haven’t even started to make up for what you did.”
“André, I…”
“Go to the table over there. Now.”
I looked over his shoulder and glanced at the reading table.
“Why?” I asked, my voice full of fear and confusion.
