Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 52
Her clawed hand drifted down, slow and deliberate, hooking over Kitty’s thigh before slipping between her legs. Kitty stiffened, then melted, lips parting in a nervous little sigh.
Kitty’s protest caught in her throat, dissolving into a shaky exhale. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trapping Anna’s hand there.
“Shhh, baby,” Anna murmured... “Don’t think about foreign doctors or dirty little clinics. Think about that perfect fat ass you’re gonna shake in those heels when we get back. Think about Harry’s dumb fucking face when he sees you walking in with silicone stuffed behind you like a goddamn trophy.”
Kitty’s breath hitched, a nervous little whimper tangled with something needier. The dim light flickered. Anna’s claws pushed deeper, urging, coaxing, her grin wide and merciless.