LAMIA
“How many d***s have you had in you?” So much hatred in his voice, I was the one who be hating him after what he just did to me!
“Are you f*****g serious?” I screamed, as I pulled my naked body up from the sandy ground. My wounds from his claws and teeth were healing, but my legs felt like jelly and I fumbled with them a little before gaining my balance.
My mouth gaping open and eyes wider than saucers, did this asshole just seriously ask me that, after the way he mauled me?
“Three hundred, King!” I coiled my fists, throwing a number out there to just piss him off .“What the f**k does it matter how many d***s I’ve had inside of me?” I was so pissed now.
He didn't get to ask that, no one got to ask that. Especially as he knows my history.
I couldn’t be more insulted than I h
