CHAPTER THIRTY -TWO

LILY

He looks like a man possessed. His muscles rippled abs bulge out beneath the white shirt. His eyes are lust-filled as he aggressively strides to me. I should be scared, but his state is turning me on the more. He reaches the bar, grabs my ass, and places me on the bartop. I spread my legs wide so that he is standing between them and without any further preamble. His lips capture mine in the most demanding and possessive way. I moan into his kiss and try raking my fingers through his hair. He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them behind me. We kissed for an eternity or not, but it felt like we were in a different time.

"No touching Lily."

"Please."

"No. If you want to touch. You touch yourself." He frees my wrist. He puts his hands into the opening of my robe and grabs my right tit. He squeezed softly while his mouth devoured the already hard nipple, sucking and biting until it was red and swollen.

I tilt my head backwards, my chest beating in rapid succession as his tongue ski