Chapter 289

Cecilia's pov A low hum vibrated in his chest against my back. That sound always went straight to my core, a conditioned response I fucking hated and craved in equal measure. "I did," I said, my voice coming out a bit strained. I was still staring at my phone screen, but the words were just a blur. All my focus was on the heat of his palm spreading through the thin fabric of my dress, right over my lower stomach. His other hand slipping decisively under the dress. His fingers slid through my folds in one smooth, knowing stroke. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. "Fuck, you're already wet," he growled into my ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. "This for me? Or were you thinking about someone else while you were blocking his number?" The possessiveness in his tone sent a sharp thrill through me."You're an asshole." "I am yours." he murmured softly, curling two fingers deep inside me. My knees buckled, and I dropped the phone onto the couch. His arm around my waist was the only thing