Scar had laid down for the night. Maureen has insisted on sleeping in the same bed. He obliged.
He thought all was well until she started kissing him.
Pressing wet kisses to his neck fervently, as if they were as if she were...
"What are you doing," he asked coolly.
She said nothing, pressing her naked breasts against his back, kissing him more.
He sighed in pleasure in confusion. What was she up to?
"Don't you feel something when I touch you—" she asked.
"I'm not immune to your charms. But I can't help feeling this isn't something you'll be happy you did."
"I want to have s*x," she whispered.
He sighed, turning over, to look at her. Even in the dark he could always see the lies in her eyes.
"You want to have s*x, and there's nothing more to this?"
Again she went silent, pulling
