Chapter 5
Elijah
The twisted son of a b***h in me had always fantasized of seeing her on her knees, vulnerable and entirely at my mercy. I’d wanted to play this little game with her ever since I dragged my finger through her slick p***y for the first time. But I wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it. There was a fine line between a man’s hunger for carnal l**t with a woman he cared for and a serpent’s appetite for f****d up fuckery with every p***y he can get his dirty hands on. I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to distinguish between the two when it came to me. Knowing what I felt for her, believing it while I opened the gates of my depraved desires.
And, Jesus Christ, did she exceed all my expectations. I took a huge motherfucking risk by playing this game—but she played it just as hard
