Daphne scowled. She didn't like anyone badmouthing Theo. He wasn't perfect, that was for sure, but Daphne would likely do a lot worse if her plans didn’t come to fruition. The names she'd heard her parents kicking around made her shiver. Theo was a dream in comparison.
Sara's condescending endearment made Daphne's breath hitch. What she was saying made her blood boil. "You can call me whatever you want…in private," she said, sticking to her guns. "Never to anyone else."
She wasn't sure how to respond to her assessment of the situation. It wasn't true, Daphne knew that. It would make things a lot harder though if Sara forbid Theo from seeing her. Her plans weren't full laid yet so commenting at all was dangerous. Daphne barely beat down the compulsion to refute her.
"I…you are…doing something to me," Daphne observed. She had no idea what it was, but it was familiar. She only ever felt like this around…Gabrielle.
Daphne lacked the strength and the will to resist. When she was pushed to the couch, her back arched as Sara's legs found her aching sex. She moaned softly, her eyes pinched shut.