“You would not,” Bella said giving Misha a look that clearly said she didn’t believe him. She wiggled her foot and leg that was now stuck under Misha’s stomach as he had rolled over. Bella guessed that he knew that she had been trying to distract him and deserved to be caught. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t go do without a fight.
“And you never answered my question, Misha, how many times do you masturbate?”