MAEVE HAWTHORN.
My p***y felt hot and it was almost as though he had stretched it out so much that trying to move was going to mean that I had a death wish.
“You deserve a gift for being good, don’t you?” He asked and I wanted to give a response but I couldn’t bring myself to form a coherent word.
My lips quivered and I watched with blurry vision as Enzo dressed up. I felt dizzy and my head was light, it was as if he had f****d all of my worries away and what I really want to do now was sleep.
But then again I knew that I couldn’t possibly sleep, I don’t have the luxury of that because he had made up his mind to take me out and not even my weak knees and shaky legs was going to change his mind.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to f**k you again,” he threatened and I fel
