Penelope POV
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"You want to f**k ?"
Stephenson asks ,with a smirk on his lips as he stares at me
But I feel speechless like what just happened
My eyes feel blur and heavy as the orgasm has got me hard
I badly wanted to talk to Steven
But ,instead I was surpassing my moans ,and my cries
He did it on purpose
One more reason to hate him ,right ?
But no
(Because it turned me on )
My body felt like it was on fire
His every touch made me crave for him
Leaving me aching
Maybe I was born for this sin
For this sickness
Because I feel like I'm playing with the fire
Like giving an open invitation myself
Asking him to curse me
"Should I consider your silence as an Yes?" Lifting my chin , he caresses my skin
His hands coming around my waist ,as he lifts me up
