Chapter 67: Rough just the way she likes it
Rose gasped uncontrollably when she felt his hand slip between her thighs, touching her most private place.
When was the last time she had been touched there? It had been so long that she couldn’t even remember. A surge of electricity jolted through her skin, the sensation erupting like a rising volcano, as if setting off a rocket.
Her hips twisted instinctively, a moan slipping out in resistance, wanting to shake his hand off.
But Rolan was distracting her too much. One of his hands was in her mouth, playing with her tongue, while the other teased her core.
"You can’t do this. This is like forcing me into sex," Rose gasped, blinking rapidly, trying to steady her voice—to push him away.
She was afraid of what might happen next. If she didn’t stop this now, if things went any further, she wouldn’t be able to control herself.
A darker side of her threatened to surface, the part she didn’t want to acknowledge.
"I’m afraid that even if I let you go now, before you reach that window, you’d drag me back to you again," Rolan murmured in his husky voice, his fingers deliberately tracing and teasing, making her body tremble.
Rose clenched her teeth, forcing herself to look away, her expression twisting into a conflicted frown.
And yet... he was right. She would drag him back.
She acted innocent, the perfect picture of a pure and lovely woman, and perhaps she was. But she couldn’t deny the truth—her own insatiable desire.