Daxton
Verena had snapped my restraint in half, my d**k straining painfully against my pants and now all I could picture was those luscious lips wrapped around the tip of my d**k and her naked body writhing under mine.
Why did she have to be such a tease?
It’s been thirty minutes of waiting for Verena to show up, minutes of deliberating how to drag her out of the dining room. Done with waiting, I yanked my phone out of my pocket, sending a text to Nina. “Send Verena to the third floor now,”
Nina texted back. “Beg me.”
I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying and failing— to rein in the anger threatening to consume me, and resist the urge to palm my d**k in my pants. Nina knew how much she annoyed me and she thrived on it.
My jaw tightened. “Don’t test me,”
Her response came i
