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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 · Adolescente
Classificações insuficientes
167 Chs

CHAPTER 105

- HAZEL -

Two long hours. If that isn’t enough to curse at nature then I don’t know what is.

I finished my take away meal on my way here while checking on Killian via text. I feel so horrible that he had to wait for two long hours for me. I wonder if he’s still here. I hope he is. With the slight ache I feel on my lower tummy, seeing him sometimes makes me forget I’m in such pain.

Shit. I need to change my sanitary pad. It should be overflowing now. Ugh.

The driver drops me in front of my dorm. Part of me is psyched to finally be here but the other part is scared that if I stand, there’ll be a paint of red on his seat. I hope not.

I get up carefully, looking at the seat. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. There’s no stain. At least I don’t have to give him money to fix the damage or not ruin my reputation on the app. I’ll give him a good review, that’s for sure.

“Thank you. Have a nice night.” I say to him the moment I jam the door carefully.