Chapter 108

Shantelle’s POV

“Y-Yes,” I said.

His hand on my waist twisted around to the front and slid to the spot just above my slit. Right then, with him gripping my neck, toying with me in a way that had me so hot and bothered that I felt like I could explode, I knew he owned me. I might have played with him earlier, but that was nothing compared to what he was doing to me now.

“Ask for it,” he said, his lips running along my cheek.

“Ask for what?” I said, barely able to breathe from my pounding heart.

“What you want.” He slid his fingers even closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Fuck, I wanted it. So badly, I was willing to put aside all of the frustration, the contract, and the entire night, just to come to his hand.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

“Where?” he asked.

I swallowed again, and he hummed in approval. “Everywhere,” I answered just as he growled and slid his finger down my slit.

“Soaking,” he said as his finger connected