~Nadia
I stood at the window, peeping, watching him drive out of the parking lot.
I couldn't even understand how I felt.
Sad or happy.
Sad because if he didn't leave I might just get a chance to be f****d. Or at least touched.
Pftt.
How's that even possible? When he's made it clear to me that he won't take me until he’s sure that I'm ready to take him.
But my happiness came from the thought of at least being able to f**k myself to stupor with my tiny fingers.
Non-stop until I came to those empty orgasms with Lucian's thoughts in my head.
No interruption.
Just me and my moans echoing in the mansion.
I touched myself.
Wet as hell. Dripping.
I let out a heavy breath.
I didn't even realize I'd been holding my breath. That I wasn't breathing as freely as I should.
I put
