Movement shakes me from my sleep. It’s slight, but the motion jars my ribs, forcing a whimper out of me. “Oh yeah,” Corwin moans. “Wiggle on me, Giselle.” My eyes fly open to find Corwin grinding his semi-hard cock against my bare thigh. “Stop it!” I snap, shoving my hands at his shoulder. God, he’s an overweight piece of shit. An evil smile transforms his face as he looks at me. “Oh, you want to play? Let’s play.”
