CORINNE
“Get on your knees.”
The command dropped like my high school grade.
‘No.’ My mind hissed, because there’s no way I’d willingly do something Lucian ask of me without a fight. But my body was already betraying me.
I’ll regret this. I’ll wake up tomorrow and want to scream myself to an early grave, but right now? I’ll put the blame for this wanton behavior on the single shot of tequila still burning in my veins, and on the agonizing amount of horniness riding through my body.
Fuck… I shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t, but the floor met my knees with a mocking sound.
Suddenly, I’m eye-level with the unmistakable tent in his trousers. My mouth went drier than a desert and it took every ounce of my fading sanity to swallow and not pounce on him.
I craned my neck back to look at hi
