As his palm slid inside, a jolt of pleasure seemed to have shot inside Daisy, an itch growing inside her. She instinctively tried to press her legs together but the man was standing in between them.
While his hand teased her, his tongue did not stay idle on her neck as well.
It took Daisy every bit of her remaining consciousness to go against the demands of her body. She mustered every ounce of willpower within her to push the man away.
Perhaps sensing her resistance towards him, Ryle took a step back from her.
Daisy pushed herself of the kitchen counter and tried to fix her appearance in the dark even though there was no decency left to them.
''Are you trying to ignore me again?" the lingering silence between them made a discomfort creep in Ryle's heart, mixed with a hint of anger, ''Or are you going to pretend that you did not want this? That you do not want more?" his fingers curled into a fist.
