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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
163 Chs

CHAPTER 114; ASAMI

- ASAMI -

They say there’s no sleep for the wicked, how awful it is for that to be true, even when I crave it, I can’t have a decent sleep.

The irritation on my face as I sit up from my lying position on the bed and raise one side of my eye mask to have a glimpse of my phone by my bed side table is obvious.

I find this ridiculous. I can’t put my phone on silent for certain reasons and the notification dings keeps popping in like a plague. I want to throw this damn device away but I can’t. I sneer in my sitting position. If I wasn’t wearing my favourite colour, my mood would be sour throughout the rest of the night to the next day.

I roll my eyes and push my sleep eye mask up completely to rest on my forehead then huff. My fingers grab my phone. The dings that disturbed my beauty sleep was caused by one person.

Owen. The one man I am most cautious of after S.

My irritation is completely replaced by annoyance as I raise a brow and click on his chat.