Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Her jaw tightened as she tried to summon the courage to push him away, to stand up for herself.
But her body remained frozen, weighed down by the crushing realization that she was utterly trapped.
Ross leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that only she could hear.
"You don't need to feel guilty," he said, his tone deceptively soothing. "Your husband doesn't deserve you—not like this. I'm showing you what you've been missing, what you truly crave. A man with a tiny baby dick like your husband is not enough to satisfy this perfect female body you have, Gwen. Only I could do that. Only I can let you experience how it is to be a woman in its truest sense."
His words twisted like a knife in her chest, each one chipping away at the fragile remnants of her resolve.