Chapter 91. I Can’t Take It Anymore

June POV

I feel his body stiffen the moment I confess what I’d never planned to say.

“Hermes… Mr.—” I try to meet his eyes, but instead, he pulls me into a tight hug. His grip is firm, and possessive, and I exhale, still riding the afterglow. The sex—our dynamic—everything—it lingers in my veins. I didn’t think he’d let me take charge, yet he did. He even accepted my rules.

Tonight, he didn’t feel like Mr. Grande. He felt like Hermes.

“Hermes,” I call again, catching another shallow breath.

It’s been a minute since I told him he was the first to break me, and he’s silent. Is he in shock? Or perhaps proud? I can’t seem to read the atmosphere.

Will he treat me differently now?

Suddenly he releases me. I feel the wet heat of him leaving, the sudden distance of his body against mine. My chest tightens as his cock slips from my pussy, and I shiver. He doesn’t meet my gaze—his eyes dart toward the room outside the bathroom.

“I… I have