#Chapter 183 A Taste

“Are you thinking about it?” Cillian asked. “What it would be like?” “I…” I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. I couldn’t answer, but that wasn’t because I didn’t have an answer. Yes. Yes, I was thinking about it. Would he be gentle with me? Would he not? Did I want him to be? I felt… hungry and clenched my thighs together as an ache began to build there. I didn’t know what to say or if I even needed to say anything. Unlike Candido, Cillian seemed to know exactly what I wanted and wanted to give it to me, even if I couldn’t say it. “Are you thinking about what my hands on you will feel like? My mouth? How hard I am? How wet you’d be for me?” I couldn’t speak. I was so embarrassed and turned on that I couldn’t think. What… What was he saying? How could he say something like that in public? But how was I supposed to resist or deny what he was saying either? No one had ever talked to me like this. I couldn’t even imagine Candido talking to me like this. That conn