Ciara's POV
I sighed, my mind unsure of how to process his request. "That's a sick fetish."
"That's not a fetish," he almost snapped, his voice rising defensively. I looked at him, contemplating whether I should just walk away from this whole mess, but his gaze flickered around, as if in realization of his harsh tone.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "It's a fantasy. My fantasy. I desire it so much. I want to see how you react to other men."
Somehow, that part accompanied by his soothing tone made my skin prickle with goosebumps. How would I react to another man other than him? I wouldn't know, since he was the only man I had ever been with intimately.
As if reading my thoughts, he spoke up, "Don't you want to know how you'll react to another man other than me?"
I nodded slowly. "I want to."
The idea suddenly felt thrilling and made me gulp in desire.
