Oriana’s POV

I couldn’t fucking take it any longer.

“If you don’t do something, I’m going to do it myself,” I shouted, hating how my body was crying out for attention. But I knew that it wasn’t enough for me to take matters into my own hands.

I needed Robin.

“Ask nicely,” he teased, the bed dipping as he knelt between my parted thighs. My body quivered at his closeness, but he still didn’t touch me.

I whined loudly, my hips having a mind of ...