322. A Night of Retribution

Breathing hard, his eyes weary, he looked at her. She was breathing heavily.

With his hands guiding her thighs forward, Noah pulled her dress up slowly. He planted a kiss next to her attractive navel. With a gasp, Jemma closed her eyes and ran a hand over his hair. His lips found her white thighs instead of the space between her legs.

And something unexpected caught his eye there. Fingerprints.

With his eyes clouded, Noah cast a glance at her. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on him, noticing a stop in intimacy.

In a hoarse voice, Noah asked, "Who touched you?"

Jemma froze. The realization of a disturbing incident from earlier in the evening sank in.

Swallowing hard, she replied, "Jimmy... what are you talking about?"

"Who? Who fucked you?" he pressed, his tone intense and demanding.

Realizing his misunderstanding, she trembled nervously.

"No, Jimmy... It's not what you think," she stammered.

"Who touched you there?" he demanded, his voice getting louder.

"Jimmy," she repeated,