e stopped. He let out a soft exhale, picking up the sponge. "Sit down." She remained in her position, her gaze holding his in defiance. His eyes rested lazily on hers, like he wasn't surprised or

hest hurt with a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "You brought me here for a reason," She swallowed, her voice shook as his hands moved lower, taking the sponge beneath the normal waterline. "You'll find out." He circled her belly button, slowly in a maddening motion that it almost stole a moan from her throat Her finger instinctively gripped the tub, her entrance throbbed and her wetness ran down her legs into the water. "I want to see Camilla," she choked, "Tell me what you've done with her." Then, like he was about to respond, his hand stopped. His gaze lingered on her, then he rinsed the sponge again, and this time moved between her thighs. Her breath seized, her knees buckled but closed.... "Open your legs," He urged, But she kept them shut, one of his brows lifted while his eyes burned with so much authority, "I have a hard time with girls who don't take instructions," His finger dug into her thighs, forcefully prying them open, and then he took the sponge and dipped it lower. He brushed through her inner thighs, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. "You will obey first, and fight later." Her jaws clenched, she hated how her body was reacting to her captor. How her pussy throbbed over the man who bought her like cheap meat. "Tell me where she is," she mouthed, she hadn't realized yet that she wasn't the one in control here. No one could tell him what to do, He dropped the sponge and stood, looking down at her soaked body, "Come," He said and walked out of the bathroom. She let out an exhausting sigh but slowly stood up from the bathtub, placing her legs one by one