“You’re a bad girl, Penelope.” “Yes,” I gasp. “And you know what happens to bad girls?” I’m so close to an orgasm I can fucking taste it. But then Raphael snatches it away, his fingers leaving my panties with a light snap of elastic. Bewildered, my gaze falls from the ceiling to his, just as his damp hand comes to my jaw. He tracks his movement in dark fascination as he spreads my juices over my bottom lip. “They don’t get to come.”
