This wasn't part of the plan.
What I had to do was simple: make him want to know about me, make him chase me, starve him, then leave him.
Then what the f**k is this?
"Hmm..." I moaned like there was something painful in me. Like there was indeed hurting. I'm leaking down there, and he's the reason why.
When he asked for fun, I gave him my consent. Now here we are, in the parking lot of the building, making more than just a mystery—but also a crime.
But the care I had washed away the moment his lips found mine. I thought it would be magical and the peak of heaven, but no, it was something darker, full of greed, and far from being in paradise.
A sinful desire, he is.
His lips were burning my skin. Every graze left a mark that caused a shiver down my spine, skin crawled, and my toes cu
