-Kaytlyn-
Why did he always have to speak so openly about these matters? So what if I touched myself? He was the one who had left me aching and panting for more. Did he really expect me not to seek relief? He was playing a cruel game, and I refused to follow his rules.
I glared at him, silently daring him to let me go—or else I would make him regret it. But he just smiled, pressing me even harder against the wall, making me feel him and fueling my arousal. My core tightened as I imagined him buried deep inside me, losing ourselves in each other.
Get a grip! I had to stay focused. I couldn’t let myself be charmed. “Let. Me. Go!”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he replied calmly.
I continued to glare at him as he pushed my legs apart with his.
“Stop it!” I sneered.
“Stop what?”
“Yo
