Chapter Eighteen
AlisonI drop my head back with a groan, relishing the sting on my nips all the way to my c**t. I’m so wet, I’m sure there’s a damp spot on my leggings, but ask me if I care? I don’t, not with Nico’s tongue sliding against mine, teasing in and out until I can barely stand it.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Seriously, I think I’ve lost my marbles. Kimmie would tell me I’m suffering from a bad case of Stockholm syndrome and pour ice water over my head. Maybe even slap me. And she’d be right to, because who f***s their former tormentor? Am I stupid to believe him when he tells me I make him want to be better? When he promises to show me he’s absolutely not shitting me?
Honestly, the man makes it hard to harbor a grudge, and not just because his a*s is so fine and his abs a
