Chapter Seventeen
HOLTIf you give me what I want, I will give you what you want…
I stare at her naked body. She’s actually thinner now than she was that summer. But she has a little tummy and hips that have spread wider than her slender upper half would suggest.
Unlike the women I usually f**k, she is not perfect. Not even close to the nine women in Della’s slide deck.
But I become painfully hard in an instant.
And it takes everything I have to keep my voice ice cold as I ask, “You thought this would work? You really thought I would agree to your terms like I’m still that f****d-in-the-head boy you suckered ten years ago?”
My words hit their target. Sylvie looks away like she’s been slapped, her eyes widening with shame as she yanks her robe closed and grabs the sash to retie it in a
