Cassius's hand lingered on Diana's chin, his eyes boring into hers.
"Unconscious, you say?" He mused, his voice dripping with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that? That you just happened to show off a little more skin every time we were alone?"
"That you weren't trying to make me look at you, to make me want you?"
He chuckled, low and dark, his thumb brushing over her lips now, a gesture that was both intimate and humiliating.
"...You're not as innocent as you pretend, Diana. And now your daughter knows it too.
Cassius's gaze then dropped to Diana's breasts, his eyes glinting with a cruel fascination as his fingers closed around her nipples, tugging them sharply.
"Mmm!♡~"
Diana gasped, a raw moan spilling from her lips, the sound a tangled blend of pain and unwilling pleasure as he pulled harder, stretching her sensitive flesh. Her body also arched involuntarily, her chest heaving under his relentless grip.
