Christopher seemed to notice the effect of his actions on me because he reached for my chin and tipped it lightly to face me.
“You want me.” His voice raspy and his words so painfully raw they seared into my skin like a thousand broken glasses.
My stomach sank. I opened my mouth to speak but my tongues twisted. Flutters and heat. My lips twitched and not the ones on my face. I stifled the urge to let out a groan. No male had ever made me feel this way. I had control but I can't say the same right now.
‘Girl, you should hurt yourself in shame. Remember he is a sworn enemy.’ a little voice of defiance who thought I was being precarious seethed. A part of me, a teeny part of me was still of the opinion that the triplets were full of s**t beneath the beauty and facial perfection.
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