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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 · Teenager
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CHAPTER 131

- KILLIAN -

It’s my least favourite day of the week. I groan as I stare at the coffee machine in my kitchen disperse coffee in my mug. Thursday, anyone would’ve guessed.

My typical meeting with Asami to have a discussion with S, her boss, more like a co-alliance, holds today. The thought is draining, but I try not to think too deep about it, or it would be the one thing cutting the thin thread stopping me from depression.

A warm, half grin forms on my face and I move my hand forward to the coffee machine. My fingers rest on the handle of my coffee mug. I can feel the heat oozing out on my skin without my fingers coming in contact with the mug body.