025 — THE HOPE FORTRESS

AMANI

I’m beginning to realize that there’s a very powerful connection between hatred and sexual tension. Because if there wasn’t, why would I hate this man with all my heart and still want to suck his dick like a lollipop while he does very immoral things to my body?

Bhyron’s request hangs in the air between us like a forbidden fruit, silently begging one of us to reach forward and pluck it.

He wants me. I can see the burning desire in his eyes. And I want him, too. My sex literally throbs with need.

Ten heartbeat later, the car rolls to a stop and the driver’s voice snaps me out of me sexually induced reverie.

“We’re here, sir.”

I look away, clearing my throat as if that would miraculously rid my mind of dirty thoughts.

The tension in the car is so hot, so thick, it makes it almost impossible to breathe. Acting without thought, I grab the handle and pull my side of the door open. I’m about to step out when Bhyron’s voice has me freezing in my tracks;

“Don’t move.”

I look at him ove