STELLA
Don't look, Stella
Don't you dare look
That's what I have been chanting ever since Viktor waltzed into the room like he owns the place. It's not that I'm scared of him; it's that damn look in his eyes and the promises they hold. I don't think he's conscious of it, but damn, that look. I should hate it, I do hate it, right?. They get me all hot and bothered in a way that I should hate but can't bring myself to.
I stare at Viktor's illegally handsome face–and I look away immediately because I don't want to meet those eyes–and wonder what it is about that face that made me dream about it. And not just any dream, a s*x dream. I don't even remember the last time I had those. And yet, I woke up this morning sweaty, hand in my panties and I was so close, so close to Cumming. I didn'
