Camila
I’ve never felt so certain that my mind is about to split in two.
I want him ... I need him ...
I f*****g hate him.
The things Asher has done to me that merit cutting him from my life are numerous. But with his c**k pushing its way inside me, sending waves of pleasure that make my mouth water, it’s easy to justify them.
It’s even easier to forget them.
Throwing my head back, I dig my nails into his shoulders. His shirt blocks my traction; I yank at it until it’s over his head. With his skin exposed to me, I drag my fingers roughly over his back, creating red rows that make him hiss.
I’ve never been elated at hurting someone before. But the thought that I can hurt him is addicting. I can’t focus enough to control it—and why should I try?
When his c**k forced its way into my m
