Francesca
Faust stopped and whispered, "Come on before I f**k you right here."
Fear dampened my enthusiasm a bit at those words, but I didn't have time to ask for clarification because he was pulling me toward the castle. "Wait," I called to his back.
—No waiting. I'm tired of waiting.
My mind spun as he pulled me behind him. I didn't want to have s*x with Faust. Did I?
My body was one hundred percent on board. I m*********d in the shower this morning just imagining, imagining what it would be like to have his big c**k filling me up over and over. But reality had implications I wasn't sure I could handle. Letting him f**k me meant I'd agreed to be his lover.
You're already his lover, i***t.
No, I wasn't. We'd messed around a few times. It wasn't a big deal. A few org
