KAIA
Mad.
He’s mad.
And I’m even madder for not laughing in his face. For not saying no. For not slapping him and walking away like a woman with dignity.
Instead, I just… stand there, my mouth parted, my pulse hammering, heat spreading through me in waves so unbearable I want to scream.
God. Why am I so damn wet?
I open my lips to speak, to spit something condescending, but no words come out. Only breath and this throbbing want.
He inhales deeply. Then, he chuckles low, the sound rough. It curls over my skin like smoke.
“Don’t lie that you don’t want it. That you never thought about it.” He leans closer, voice dipping lower. “I can smell your arousal, sweetheart. You’re more attracted to me than you are to any of the others… aren’t you?”
I want to sob. Because the cruelest part
