My mouth is already half-opened, but I close it.
“Cora,” he breathes. Even the way he says my name is foreplay. I feel the vibration of it in my toes. “Slide your hand between your legs.”
My heart jolts. I grip the phone tighter. Sexting was one thing, but hearing Ivan say all these dirty things right in my ear is different. I’m not sure if I’m ready for—
“Stay quiet,” he reminds me, as if he can read my thoughts. “And let me make you feel good.”
I blink back the sudden threat of tears. No one seems to care about what I want or need.
I slide my hand between my legs, curling my palm over my heat.
“Run your middle finger over your slit.”
I listen, my breath hitching as I follow his orders.
“I love that sound,” he growls. “I love when you fall apart just a little bit for me. Push your
