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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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241 Chs
#R18

CHAPTER 164

- KILLIAN -

I ring the door bell. Getting into the estate she lives in was not hard at all considering I have already been here once. Or have I? I can’t remember but I do know I’ve sent her a gift before. One she might be receiving sometime soon again. Maybe this time, it’ll be her own body parts iced.

I wait patiently outside the door for a response. There wasn’t any. Fuck this.

My hand clothed in leather gloves holds onto the door knob and breaks it open.

Would you look at that? An open invitation? Who am I to decline?

A satisfied smirk paints my lips as I push the door open, walking in. Inside the house is dark. I keep heading in, exploring the darkness. I don’t need any source of illumination to know that I’m standing in the living room. It’s pretty obvious from the density of the atmosphere. I also can tell where every furniture is placed with ninety nine percent accuracy along with the fact that there are people in here.