Chapter 63
Silvia
I kept my eyes closed, heart hammering against my ribcage, every sense heightened in anticipation.
The mattress dipped as Sherman moved, his rum scent growing stronger as he leaned over me.
He shoved something into my bra.
Cold.Right against my nipple.
I flinched.
It was freezing.And too damn close.
“Sher—” I started, my voice rough.
But I didn’t get to finish.
Because then—Something else.
Small.Round.
He pushed it inside me.Deep.
I gasped.
My body clenched. Hard.
It caught me off guard.It stayed there.
Just enough to make me ache.My legs shook.
I moaned. Loud.
“Sherman…”His name just slipped out.
Half a cry.Half a prayer.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
I swallowed hard, nodded slightly, and tried to keep up with his game.
"Three..." he murmured, his fingers trailing along my collarbone.
My bound hands trembling slightly.
"Two..."
I was so nervous I couldn't breathe.
"One."
His voice dropped an octave lower, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Game b

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