Ashton’s POV
She remembers
That’s the only thought that claws its way through my mind as I pin her to the worktop, pressing against her body. I stare down at her, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs as I study every inch of her face. My d.ick is like steel in my jeans, straining impatiently against the denim, waiting for my kitten to answer my question . . .
‘Is it true that you have a vibrator Kitten? And if so, how many times have you used it in my house down the hall from me?’
I . . . I don’t . . .’ Luna stammers, her hands clenching into anxious fists.
I press my weight harder against her, ensuring she feels every rigid inch of what she does to me.
‘Tell me’ I order softly in her ear, feeling the hitch of her breathing as my hardness pushes against her stomach.
Luna’s
