KARIMA HEART
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to. What I needed was already written all over me. My body wouldn’t stop trembling, every nerve was restless, and my mind had gone somewhere far beyond the common sense I should be clinging to in moments like this.
I dropped down fully, palms flat against the floor, crawling like a cat sneaking toward its prey. Only this time, it wasn’t food. It was me, dragging myself toward the same man who had played me barely a day ago.
By the time I reached him, I was down to nothing but panties, bare from the waist up, the air prickling against my skin. His eyes trailed lazily downward, soaking me in. He leaned forward from the chair, sliding to the edge as though daring me to come closer. I straightened, arching my back until my face almost brushed
