Bella could only whimper, shaking her head weakly even as her pussy clenched around his fingers in betrayal.
Ross's smile turned wicked, predatory.
He withdrew his fingers almost completely, then thrust them back in slowly, watching her face with hungry intensity.
"Here's a better question," he murmured, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Would you like me to bring Sebastian right here—sit him in the corner and make him watch while I fuck you senseless? Let him see how beautifully you fall apart on another man's cock, how you soak the sheets and beg for more while he can only sit there, helpless?"
The filthy words barely left his mouth before Bella's body answered for her.
Her cunt clamped down hard around his fingers in a fierce, involuntary spasm—tight, rhythmic pulses that milked him desperately as a fresh flood of slick arousal coated his hand and dripped down her ass.
