I felt her lips curving against my throat. "I couldn’t resist. It was too perfect. But it was wasted on her."
"Maybe Camille would know it?"
She hummed. "I’ll give it a shot the next time I see her. But that doesn’t help this situation with Inessa."
"There isn’t a situation with Inessa. We don’t have to be BFFs. She knows I’ll kill for her; that’s enough of a relationship. She isn’t like you, Savvie," I pointed out. "She was raised to know—"
"If you say, ‘her place,’ I’ll put more than salt in your oatmeal when we have breakfast."
My grin flashed into being. "I like salt in my oatmeal."
"Not this much salt."
"And I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that she was raised not wanting to make waves. I think it’ll be a miracle if she takes a stand with Eoghan, never mind with me, before she’s at least thirty."
"She’s just started college. That’ll toughen her up."
"It’ll be good for her," I agreed as my fingers gently stroked her hair. "What did she say about Lyanov?"
"She caught him having anal sex with a woman."
"Poor Eoghan."
She stilled. "Huh?"
"If she’s traumatized by anal sex—"
Savvie reared up to slap my chest. "Shut up, you. She wasn’t traumatized by anal sex. She’s nineteen in the new millennium, not the last," she scoffed. "The woman was bleeding and he carried on fucking her anyway."
"Do you know how easy it is for the anus to tear?"
"It scared her," she said mulishly.
"Well, I understand that, but I’m assuming the elephant in the room is that Inessa thought Lyanov was raping the woman?"
She pursed her lips. "Yes."
I shrugged. "Asses bleed when you stick nine inches of cock into them and apply friction."
"How do you know it’s nine inches?"
Rolling my eyes at her when she stuck her tongue in her cheek, I said, "I was referring to my dick, brat. That’s nine inches."
"My ass doesn’t bleed."
"Does sometimes. I use more lube—"
"We need to not talk about that right now."
"Fucking hell, Savvie. You just got off. Twice."
"Are you bitching at me for getting turned on when we talk about this stuff?"
"Yeah, seeing as you’re the one who brought up my sister-in-law." I grunted. "When did you even talk about this shit with her?"
"After he canceled that dinner we’d scheduled. She warned me that he might be beautiful, but he was a nasty piece of work."
"Why was she warning you about that?" I grumbled.