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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 SIXTY SIX

- KILLIAN -

I press my nose on her hair and inhale. She scents so nice that I shut my eyes just to enjoy the euphoria I got by her scent. I can tell the shampoo she used is raspberry flavoured.

I clutch my arm around her stomach and pull her closer to me. Hazel is fast asleep. She's been asleep since the moment I laid her on the bed, then there's me, hours later, still fully awake doing my own way of protecting.

I swallow.

That wasn't much of protecting. My mind argues, drifting to our short-lived moment in my living room. What I did earlier, waiting till she screamed before releasing her was wrong.

I exhale briefly out my nose, holding her closer to me. Her back presses hard on my chest and I cuddle her from behind.

Back then, I heard her. I heard her call my name regarding her hands but I didn't listen. I chose not to because my sick self took delight in hearing her whimper in pain. I wanted to inflict more. It turned me on badly and I hate myself for it.