Chapitre 118: Chapter 118 Stifle

Ross remained motionless, his smirk deepening as he observed her unraveling. 

His hips stayed perfectly still, denying her the friction she so desperately craved. 

He was in complete control, and the knowledge of that power only seemed to amuse him further.

April's body trembled with need, her thighs quivering as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. 

The shame of her reaction clawed at her, but it couldn't overpower the raw, physical hunger consuming her. 

Her tears fell freely now, a mix of frustration and the guilt she couldn't shake.

Still, April's body betrayed her, casting aside her emotions and rational thoughts in favor of something primal, something unstoppable. 

Her defeat was no longer a question of if, but when.

"Fuck you," she spat at Ross, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and surrender. 

The words were venomous, but her actions spoke louder.