"Stop…
…please stop respecting me."
Rhys did not really know what to do. His feelings weren't as conflicted as Katarina, his gut, however, was another thing altogether. Rhys knew he lacked some things in the mental department, but he knew enough that if they went through with this, their relationship would never be the same again — and that is what he valued the most, even more so than himself, were Katarina and the others and his relationship with them.
But then, all of a sudden, any thoughts of hesitation Rhys was having instantly disappeared as Katarina grabbed his hand… pulling it and pushing his thumb deeper into her ass.
"Dis…respect me, Rhys."
And with those words, something inside Rhys began to move alongside his hips; his eyes, darting back and forth between Katarina and Lina.
