TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS
I whispered, but my protest felt weak even to my ear.
Then, a third hand—smaller, but stronger—slid up under my skirt. The fingers brushed against my inner thigh, moving upward with a slow, agonizing heat. I tried to press my legs together, to trap it. but a heavy knee forced its way between mine, prying them apart.
"She’s fucking wet already," Vance announced. I heard the dark, satisfied chuckle he let out.
"She's terrified," Marcus's voice came from right in front of me, "and that makes her even sweeter."