Jayden
I stood up, lifting Allison off my thighs and sitting her down on the bed. I gazed into her eyes, my chest heaving with exertion. "Good night," I said, trying to sound detached.
"Hold on," Allison snapped, her brows arching in indignation. "Goodnight? What the hell do you mean by goodnight? You can't just barge into my room, make me feel this way, and then just... leave?" Her voice dripped with incredulity. "This is some kind of sick joke, right?"
I chuckled, my finger tracing the line of her face, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. "Not at all, baby," I said, my voice low and husky. "But I want you to learn to resist me."
The words tasted bitter on my tongue. I knew I had to leave soon - in a week or less, our time together would be nothing more
