28: Ice cube play

SCARLETT

His huge palm was spread out under the ice dispenser, impatiently waiting for a cube to drop.

Meanwhile, his other hand trapped me against the fridge by easily pinning both of my hands above my head. I don't remember how I got into that comprising position, but I found myself oddly attracted to his strength as I admire his ripped biceps.

You shouldn't be enjoying this, except you're what he says you are, my subconscious taunts.

Alex suddenly lodges his knee to spread my thighs apart and I let out a breathy moan despite the inner reprimand I just received.

Fuck, I know it's wrong… but it—no, he makes it feel painfully amazing.

“About time,” he’s holding an ice cube now, and hequickly places it in between his teeth and looks me over like a prey he’s about to devour.

In one swift motion, his free hand rips my dress open in the middle, a raggedy tear that only exposes the top of my boobs, making them pour out of the dress.

I gasp loudly at how his fingers graze my sensitive s