“This isn’t my house,” I squeaked, staring at an abandoned house in the slums.
Kai parked in the back and slipped off the bike, and then he tugged off my helmet and placed it on his seat. He grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me toward a back door, where there were cameras aimed at the porch. “No, it’s mine.”
“Wh-why are we here?” I whispered, my voice so small, an ache growing in my core.
I knew why we were here.
This was my punishment.
Kai was finally going to have his way with me, and I couldn’t f*****g wait. But still, I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t even mentioned to the guys that I had been following them tonight. Maybe he wanted me to himself. And if that was the reason … God, I couldn’t wait.
My p***y was already wet and clenching at the thought.
“You know what we’re doing
