"What the hell are you doing?" Richard asked. His voice was low and dangerous. It sent a shiver down her spine.
"Nothing. I could not sleep," Mia stammered, crossing her arms over her chest. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Richard pushed off the wall and walked into the living room. His footsteps were heavy on the hardwood floor. He walked right up to the couch and stood over her, looking down at her with dark unreadable eyes. The air between them felt thick and heavy. Mia could smell his cologne, something woodsy and masculine. She could see the outline of his chest muscles in the dim light. "Do not lie to me, Mia. I just watched you finger yourself on my couch. I saw your wet p***y. I watched you rub your little c**t. Now tell me the truth. What were you thinking about?"
Mia loo
