I am so f*****g screwed.
My libido goes crazy every time he touches me. From the moment he arrived in my office days ago, he has consumed me. He spoke about mates and being his, but like with everything else, it was all a big damn secret.
How could I want to rip his clothes off and lick every part of his body when he literally kidnapped me? It appears that I shouldn’t be concerned about anything until we arrive at his “property.” Pfft.
I told him I hated him, but I lied to him and myself. I didn’t truly hate him; I just hated myself and my traitorous body.
This was pure agony. Every minute I spent with him, the more I wanted to straddle him and ---I’m so f*****g screwed. What is wrong with me?
Even with the intense desire to f**k his brains out, I wanted to punch him for stealing m
