LILA'S POV

"Touch yourself." His voice is a command , leaving no room for argument.

My pulse pounds against my ribs. My body tenses.

I swallow hard, my nails digging into my palms.

My hands are shivering, I reach down between my legs, every nerve in my body screaming in protest.

Heat of humiliation crawls up my neck, settling on my chest. I clench my teeth, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself to move.

My fingers brush against the panties between my legs, hesitation clawing at me.

"Don't stop," he murmurs, voice soncold and commanding.

A shudder runs through me. My skin burns under his stare, my pulse hammering in...