Her back slammed softly against the wall, her hands pinned up in surrender.

Her dress was wrinkled from how hard she was clenching her thighs, but it didn’t matter now.

Because Damien had his thumb on the app and she knew it was going to be a rough edging and no one could save her.

“I told you not to make a sound,” Damien murmured, dragging a single finger down her jawline. “But you did.”

Her lips parted to speak, but he shook his head.

“No excuses.”

The toy inside ...