Theodora’s POV

A few drinks down and I was so turned on, I could burst. Mads kept doing the same shit. Dance with me, sliding his tongue across my throat, playing with the frilly fabric of my skirt, and teasing my clit with little, barely-there touches.

He had my hands pinned behind my back so I wouldn’t touch myself as he tortured me. Teasing me to the point of tears.

Sweat dampened my throat, leaving droplets that trailed down the back of my neck, ...