“Did I what?” I gasped, as he began to massage me over my panties. “Did you allow someone else to take what’s rightfully mine?” “What if I did?” My heart hammered as I tested him. I arched my back into him as Constantine slid under the thin fabric and teased my folds. “You say you’re angry at me, but your dripping pussy tells another story. Tell me Eisley, now who’s lying to who?”
