“Guys, I’m so sorry for the last chapter. I was so sick. I’m so sorry for the mistakes.”
Meluna Hounding.
I hear the sound before I even understand it. My dress. He’s ripped the front part of my dress that practically covers my breasts. He doesn't even look at the ruined cloth in his hand; he just lets it fall darkly.
There's no space left between us. His body crushes mine into the mattress with leaden weight. With his hot palm, Roan parts my legs apart with muscle, pressing me down until the air I breathe is his. I hear the rasp of his zipper as he shoves his pants down just enough.
Yanks the sheets over us, pretending as if we’re doing something so that when the door opens—
"Melun—”
Dad’s word is cut short as Roan grinds himself against me. It’s not just a simulation of s*x; it’
