Zinnia
I shouldn’t be this aroused. My thighs shouldn’t be dripping from what I just witnessed. But it did. The body lying a few meters away from us only seem to heighten my need for Reed and with the gun that took his life once again pressed to my temple, I was seconds away from cumming.
Reed is too toxic. A walking red flag like Alex had rightly mentioned. He was dangerous. A psychopath. If he possessed a soul, it would be dark. But despite knowing all this, I still craved him. I craved the danger and the thrill that came with him. I craved the blood that flowed wherever he walked. I craved it so badly. I was addicted, and having more of that addiction seemed to the be only cure.
“You’re crazy,” I murmured. His lips carved upwards and I knew he found my remark amusing. But being the
