MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS
“You’re not telling me to stop.”
Sofia’s firmness crumbled under his piercing gaze. She hated how her body betrayed her, how every fiber of her being screamed for him despite the warning bells ringing in her mind.
“I… you are with Amber, Sir. I don’t understand what you want from me, but I don’t want to compete with someone like Amber,” she admitted, her voice breaking.
“Let that woman be! There are two of us here, so we are going to talk about us. Who gave you the right to finger yourself, huh?” He asked, calmly and in a low key.