Chapter 91

Shantelle’s POV

Seven asked me only after a minute of standing over me, working my breasts, and quite frankly, I couldn’t talk, let alone remember what the principle was. “Are you going to stand over me all night?”

“I’m cleaning you up. As you said, another man’s hands were on you.” He slid the towel down my stomach, to my hips, over my clit, and then between my folds.

“You invited him here, Seven,” I reminded him because suddenly I saw his real emotion. He was letting it unfurl around us as he took his time wiping every spot Roman had touched, like he needed to make sure I’d be washed of him. “It was fun, right? You enjoyed yourself.”

“I always enjoy hearing you get off and fucking your pussy, Shantelle. Admittedly, I think I enjoy it more when it’s just me,” he said it like it was a warning.

I knew what he was trying to say, but my mind wasn’t allowing me to think because of where his hands were.

“Okay.” I dragged out the word.

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