Chapter 89

Shantelle’s POV

They both listened.

I was surprised to see how full my breasts looked in my bra, like they were swollen with need, and how fast they rose and fell. I knew I was more than ready. My pink panties showed a darkened spot where my arousal had already soaked through. I crossed my legs and hung them on the bed in the hopes neither of them would see. Seven caught it, though, and immediately said,

“Spread your legs, Shantelle. Let us see how wet this makes you.”

He didn’t take his gaze off me, so fixated on my breasts. This would have been the perfect time to leave this imagination of mine; I knew I couldn’t do this if I had them standing in front of me in real life.

I glared at him, already wanting to defy him.

He growled, “Listen, Shantelle. Or we’re done.”

Jesus, I loved it when he commanded me in that tone. My legs listened immediately and spread for them to see.

They both hummed in approval, and Seven took it a step