Aniyah’s POV
My legs were barely supporting me as I stumbled down the hall after the bad boy who had just sauntered away leaving me with the most deliciously sinful thoughts to have ever run through my brain.
God I wanted to be devoured by this man, I wanted him to stalk me, claim me, own me, who the hell am I?
When he whispered those dirty promises into my ear, my blood pressure thundered in my ears and I had the insane urge to lick his Adams apple that was bobbing up and down as he forced the images of his fantasy into my mind. Then he walked away, leaving me there, shaking and turned on, moving like he hadn’t just made my panties wet with his words.
Opening the door, he deposited our suitcases in the laundry, next to the washing machine, ‘saves moving everything twice’ he winked as
