Elijah carter pov
She was an angel, and I couldn’t tell if she was submitting to me easily like this?
I leaned over her body, touching her cheeks slowly and nipped behind the back of her ear.
She suddenly pushed me away and squealed, “no.”
She stood up by the corner and cleared her throat, and I stared at her, confused. She shook her head, saying in confidence but at the same time shivered as if she had seen a ghost or as if I was r****g her or something.
She uttered, “no. I’m not a bad girl.”
Sure, she means by a bad girl: s**t!
I raised my brow, still on the bed looking at her calmly, “I didn’t say that. But also, I —” I didn’t know what to say. s*x wasn’t something that controlled me. I could live without touching a woman for years. It was easy. To be a political idol or work in
