Chapter 37: Good Girl
Savannah
“We had s*x,” I said flatly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat, shoving the memory into a locked corner of my mind.
Roman’s smirk was slow and deliberate, like he could see through my mind. “Good girl.”
It should have felt uncomfortable—him positioned this close, this intimate. But it didn’t. Not even a little.
“Next clue?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the belt around my wrists.
“Game over, Sav.” His voice was smug, final.
My brows knit. “What? What do you mean ‘game over’?”
He was still holding my thighs apart like he owned the right to. “I’ve dropped all the clues. You’re a smart girl—think.”
That was it…?
“Three clues?” I ran through them in my head, but the pieces didn’t fit.
My brain scrambled to line them up, flipping thr
