Chapter Fourteen
She was out of her mind.
Oh god, she was out of her mind. Or maybe it was traces of the scorpion's venom still in her veins. Or perhaps remnants of zen from Chen and Niao. Those had to be the reasons she did nothing as Hsing's dark, blue hands roamed her body.
He wasn't gentle like his brother. He didn't fumble and ask for guidance. Hsing's fingers were sure as they ripped the t-shirt from her body. He used his teeth to dislodge her b*a. And still Shanti didn't push him away.
Her body was on fire.
Her brain was fried.
Hsing yanked her shorts off along with her panties. Shanti lay beneath him; n***d as the day she was born. Hsing gazed down at her for the briefest of seconds before pouncing onto her, into her.
He was inside of her before she knew it. In one deep thru
