MARIA
Her head was spinning.
Her heart was beating a fast rhythm and her body was burning up. She felt so hot, she wondered how the water running down her body wasn’t producing steam on contact.
And, gods, she was so horny she couldn’t think straight. She felt like she was going out of her mind with lust and the longer Bran watched her with those hot green eyes filled with the promise of every filthy thing he wanted to do to her, the hotter she burned.
She felt like she was going to combust from how horny she was. And if her captor was not going to do anything about it—if he was just going to sit over there and watch her—then she was going to get herself off and if he wanted front row seats to the show, then he was free to get them.
Who was she to say no anyway?
Especia
