Chapter Ninety-Five - Sexploitation

Amy’s POV

I was confined to the room beyond the curtain all the next day, except for necessary bathroom visits and to wash. Food came just twice on a tray which wasn’t capable of holding much. I was grateful for the juice and water, though.

Recalling how Kane had struggled to maintain his erection at the prospect of bedding an only too willing Chrissy made me want to laugh and cry. Him fitting the condom under those circumstances was a bit of a farce. I wasn’t insulted. All it told me was that, strangely enough, I was still in favour, despite everything.

That night I was wearing lingerie beneath a transparent black wrap which was incapable of coming together no matter how I adjusted the loose belt.

Alpha Kane was fully clothed and it seemed as if he intended to stay that way. Chrissy had obviously come up here straight from the kitchen.

“Question or forfeit?” he demanded.

I didn’t realise he was addressing me.

“Just get it over with.”

He misunderstood, asking Chrissy to pick a number.