Chapter 41

  I wanted to know.

  I needed to know.

  My hand moved before my brain caught up—sliding under the waistband of my leggings, past the damp cotton of my underwear, straight to where I was already swollen and slick.

  I was soaked. Furious and soaked.

  I circled my clit roughly, no teasing, no gentl...

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