He did not give me time to speak.
Deucalion’s hand was still locked around my breast when he shoved me harder against the wall. The thin nightdress did nothing to hide how hard my n****e already was under his palm. He squeezed once, roughly, then tore the fabric down my shoulder.
“You should have let Aria come instead,” he growled against my ear. “You should have stayed in this house where you belong. Maybe the meeting wouldn't have ended that way.”
I tried to push him away.
“Get off me.”
He caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. His other hand yanked the nightdress the rest of the way down until it hung at my waist. Cool air hit my bare skin. His mouth closed over my breast, sucking hard, teeth scraping the sensitive tip until I gasped.
“Deucalion, stop.”
