CHAPTER ELEVEN: Beauty

After I was able to gain my composure back, I went back to the dead body. I grabbed my clothes and wore them back.

“Who exactly is Grey Preston?” My smile soured.

He set me on fire just by his presence yet he washed it away with just his aura. The fire in me was slowly dying. I sat beside the dead body and rubbed my fingers against my folds through my panty. I always loved dry rubbing but what the hell is wrong with me?

I slid a finger in and moaned. I slapped myself multiple times while fingering fast but I felt nothing. Pain always add spice to sex and I was addicted to it.

I groaned and pulled my hair in frustration. I banged my head on the wall. The flame in me died.

“This is all your fault, Serra!” I brought out my knife and stabbed the dead man’s belly unconsciously.

My hand quiver in anticipation and pleasure. I sat across the dead man’s body and stared at his cold body. His mouth was slightly apart and his eyes were open. I leaned forward and visualized him as Serra.

His