KASMINE.
The moment I heard his voice, everything in me went still. I slowly turned my gaze to meet Kester's blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.
That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn't like it.
My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he panicking? Why wasn't he worried about being caught?
As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with a brutal, bone-jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.
I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me.
"Kasmine, you're there?" He called out, and I didn't trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard me.
"Y... Yes..." I managed, but my decision to speak didn't seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasing me with the wit
