Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“I’m sorry” Bruce whispered as he held Ivy. She pushed him, not wanting to listen to his excuses. To her, she meant nothing to him and his apology might as well be half-assed.

She tried to evade his touch but Bruce pulled her back, her back colliding with his naked chest. Ivy breathed, his scent clouding her senses as she felt her inner moist trembling. Bruce sniffed the air and a smile appeared on his face as her wetness wafted into his nose.

“You can feel it just as much as I do, so stop fighting it…”

“I don’t…” she cut him off defiantly. She refused to let herself be weakened to his touch but the more resolve she puts in, the more it weakened her.

“Really?” He scoffed, swiftly turning her around, his eyes sought hers as they darkened. Her nipples stood erect in the simple silk night dress she had on. He bent his head to hers, slowly breathing her in. “Tell me you don’t like it when I touch you,” he whispered, his fingers trailing slowly on her thighs.

“Tell me you don’t w