Chandria
Dama ko ang pagsunod niya ng tingin sa akin noong maglakad ako palapit sa bedside table upang buksan ang lampshade. Para bang isa siyang tigreng handa akong pagpira-pirasuhin oras na makakuha ng tyempo. I'm not sure if that's a good sign, but the bulge growing inside his pants surely is a hint that he wanted to do more than shred me to pieces.
"I heard what you told Keeva before you went in." I turned to him and lifted a brow. "You said you don't get aroused anymore but . . . why are you getting a hard on?"
Kitang-kita ko kung papaanong umigting ang kanyang panga habang matalim ang pagkakatitig sa akin. His eyes sparked with anger. Pain. Hunger . . . for something he hadn't tasted for so long.
Good. That's good. Your fiance deserves a f*****g taste of her own medicine. I am so
