Chapter 78. You Want to Walk out Naked

June POV

My back slams softly against the cold tiled wall, thud, his body caging me in.

“Spread,” he growls in my ear, and before I can think, my thighs part for him, trembling.

His hand slides under my drenched dress, shhk fabric dragging up my thighs, fingers finding my swollen and needy cunt.

His slender, long fingers draw circles, slow, relentless circles.

“Ahh—” a moan bursts from me, sharp and high, echoing off the marble walls.

“Dripping already,” he rasps, lips ghosting my ear, his breath hot, making me shiver. “This cunt was made for me.”

“P–please…” my voice breaks, head falling back with a thump against the wall.

His other hand climbs up my chest, fingers pressing, squeezing, twisting my swollen red nipple through the wet fabric. Pinch—tug. My hips jerk violently.

“Ohhh—fuck, Mr. Gran—”

“That’s it,” he hisses, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “Moan my name. Louder.”

Slap, slap, slap—the wet