Chapter 39

Lucky

The fuck? He’s just torn my most expensive item of nightwear but holy crap it sends lightning shocks buzzing through my body. I can smell the potent whiskey on his breath and the heat of his hands as he fondles one breast, tweaking my erect nipple that is aching for him to clasp with his mouth.

My insides are quivering, my body is on fire for Nico Santangelo. There is no rationale, I want this man. I am burning up for him. I can see the bulge in his tight, black pants and wonder just how much of his large member, my wet pussy can take. I’ve never been this soaking for a man, I can literally feel my own wetness and stickiness on my inner thighs.

“I can smell your cunt scent, you must want me so bad, Princess.” His voice is low, a growl almost, it’s feral. His eyes are so dark I can hardly see the color of his irises anymore. Is he about to come undone in front of me? I bet he’s so wound up with longing and desire. I myself feel like I am a bitch in heat. Fuck, I want to ride his