Chapter 24 : “Regret”
*Roanne’s POV*
"Roanne?" Michael's voice filtered through the wood, laced with concern. The knock turned into a steady rhythm, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart.
Aaron withdrew his hand, tracing the wetness up my quivering thighs, all the way to his mouth. He sucked on his fingers, his eyes locked on mine, making an exaggerated hushing sound that sent another wave of unwanted arousal coursing through me.
He then slid a wet finger into his mouth, quietly tasting my sins as he smiled. I couldn’t believe what he was doing, and my body felt more aroused than it should have while witnessing his actions.
‘Damn you, Aaron,’ I thought, the terror of being discovered by Michael made me feel the length to which I had fallen. Another knock, this one more insistent, tugged at my conscience. The simultaneous buzz of my phone felt like an alarm bell, screaming for attention I couldn't give.