60

WILLOW

The icy air fills my lungs as I grab on to Luciano, the only thing I can hear is my loud yelling and the wind dancing past my ear.

I feel alive like a happy child, the feeling is strange, dangerous and exciting. Not even a single groan left Luciano mouth as the ride went back down. I close my eyes as the air pushes by my hair as we move back down in full speed.

This is already my tenth ride of the night. we reach below and my head feels light. It takes me a few seconds before I can get myself to rise from my chair.

I still had a killer hold on Luciano’s hands. He glances at me and he chuckled.

“Your hair looks like you have just been fucked in the worst way possible,” He rakes his eyes above my head before he moves his fingers on top of it.

He tries to fix it up with his hands but the slight puff of hair makes his obvious that his attempt’s were futile.

“Well at least the sex looks mild,” He smirks annoyingly and I roll my eyes at him.

“You bought me here,” I say.

“Stop whin