Chapter Sixty One
Rory’s POV
With a shaky hand, I press to accept the call, Marcus’ face filling my screen, his gaze, hungry as he sweeps his eyes over my face.
‘Are you touching yourself princess?’ he growls darkly, voice gritty, as though he’s fighting his own desires. ‘Are you making yourself wet from images of what you want me to do to you?’
I lick my lips nervously before nodding, unable to look away from him.
‘Good’ he growls, ‘but you’re going to do it while I watch you, understand?’
I nod again, unable to find the words to argue with him. The predatorial look he’s giving me sets my body on fire and as he shifts slightly, my mouth dries when I realise he’s shirtless. My gaze trails down the taut, muscular torso, biting back a curse when the screen cuts off the best part.
‘Are
