ISABELLA.
I had opened Michael’s message at least ten times already, maybe more.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to f**k you tonight. Tell me where and when. I don’t care how risky it is. I need that pussy.”
Every single time I read it, this warm, wicked rush spread through my body. My p***y would clench and get wet all over again. I could almost feel how desperate he was when he typed that—probably stroking his thick c**k while staring at the video I sent him. But I still didn’t reply. I wanted to see what he would do. How far he would go if I left him hanging like a desperate dog. The thought of toying with my sister’s boyfriend turned me on more than anything. It felt so f*****g good knowing I had that kind of power over him. Arabella had no idea her man was losing his mind over me.
