“Oh yeah? So you enjoyed whoring yourself around my boys, despite what I told you about who you belong to?” I don’t respond, and I sense he doesn’t actually want me to. “You did, didn’t you?” Despite his harsh words, the second his other hand lands on my stomach and begins sliding up until he cups my breasts through both Theo’s shirt and the bra I’m still thankfully wearing, my chest begins to heave and my breaths begin to increase. I really am just a whore.
