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SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. "Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. "You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. "I don't want you." "You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard. "We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? "Give me one reason why and I won't touch you." "Because you're my best friend's Fiance."

Runo J Uwerhiavwe · Teen
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242 Chs
#R18

CHAPTER 102

- KILLIAN -

A yawn slips out my mouth as I head to my room. I’m exhausted.

The moment I get close to the door, an awareness kicks in making me halt. My door is slightly ajar. Someone’s invaded my privacy. I dip my hand behind my back slowly, dipping it inside my black sweatpants to get a hold of my gun in the strap. One can never be too over prepared. I’d very much love to be over prepared than under prepared.

Worst case scenario, whoever is in there is just a random thief who thought he or she could make a bank by robbing me. If that’s the case, one way or the other, I’ve got to get the image of me with a gun out of the person’s mind in whatever way possible.

I cock my gun and push my door open, pointing my gun out in front of my face immediately. The person that prodded my room closes a book and turns to look at me.