44. Prove it. Fuck me...

Vera’s POV.

God, this close…I can step on my tiptoes and smash my lips on that sinfully sexy one of his but it’s all I can not to do so, ‘cause the fucking look on his face can easily start up a flame.

Oh, shit. With this proximity of our bodies, with only a thread of air allowed to pass between us, heat furiously pulse down my clit.

I release a startled squeak, putting on my best surprised look as though it wasn’t my plan from the start to use Martin and lure him to me.

Fuck, I love how this is going. I love the look of possession and whatever else gleaming in his eyes now.

It’s amazing.

David bustles for breath which whips across my nose and lips. I mildly inhale, loving the warmth it spreads through me.

“How could you allow that fucker to touch you?” He bites out, a muscle ticks in his jaw as he clenches it together after speaking.

I form a line between my brows, pretending like he's accusing Martin.

“What are you saying, David?” I gasp with a shake of my head. Then. “Martin was ju