She quickly pushed his face away.
'Heh, no way am I sleeping with a bottom.' The thought of a big man like him being the submissive partner in a relationship made her shudder. She tried to push him, but he was as heavy as an ox—she couldn't budge him at all. "Sean Quinn, get off..."
Sean Quinn's arm snaked over, pulling her into his embrace. "Shh, not another sound. Make any more noise, and I'll take you right now..."
His low, raspy voice was laced with a deep threat.
She was so scared, she froze.
The next moment, he mumbled drunkenly:
"I don't care, I don't care anymore! I'm going to hold you, and you're not allowed to resist... Reaper Yates, Reaper Yates... I'm so sorry... I just want... I just want to be with you... and her... together forever. Can we...?"
'So he was talking to Reaper Yates. But why did he also add "and her"? Don't tell me they have a little mistress, too?'
Stella Lockwood breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
