Wet Sin {Collection}
Mr James said, his voice rough like sandpaper, almost a deep animal growl that sent shivers racing down her spine.
“Unless you want the whole house to hear what happens next.”
She swallowed hard, her hand reaching back trembling, and pushed the door shut with a soft, final click that echoed in the tense air.
Lila, the 19-year-old virgin housemaid with her smooth caramel skin and wide innocent eyes, stood there frozen in shock.
She had been downstairs in the kitchen, stirring the pot of stew for dinner, when she heard the strange groans coming from upstairs (low, guttural sounds).