Imani sat at her lunch table with Allie and Jamal, glancing over at us and gnawing on the inside of her cheek. I eyed her, unable to think about anything other than her tied up in Landon’s basement with her hard little n*****s pinched between my fingers until they turned red.
Allie muttered something to Imani, and she tore her gaze away from us, cheeks flushing.
I readjusted myself in my black cargo pants, my d**k rock f*****g hard at the thought of finally having Imani to myself one of these nights. She’d be tied to my bedposts, her legs bound with rope, and tears in those big brown eyes of hers.
“Landon’s bad news,” Jamal’s loud mouth said to Imani, drawing Landon’s attention.
Landon growled beside me, picking at his soggy fries that the lunch ladies cooked here.
“If you’re going to
