SPADE
It was completely irrational that I craved her and wanted to imprint my scent on her. It was wrong on so many levels that I wanted to own her, that I wanted to kiss those lips, feel her soft skin against my fingertips, and taste her arousal on my tongue.
I wanted to suck those pink little n*****s into my mouth, bury my fingers through her soft hair, and dip my nose in her p***y and breathe in her scent.
It was pure madness. It was wrong— immoral even— that I wanted her to beg me to f**k her and tie her to bed so I could take her over and over again. Yet, her refusal and fighting off her desire enthralled me, and it excited me to think of what I could do to that body.
Wave opened his mouth to say something, but shut close when I glared at him.
“Shut up.”
I arrived early at the
