7. Cup my sensitive titties.

Vera's POV

“Holy shit!” I curse long and hard the instant I run into my room. I pin my back against the door and reach behind me to lock it up.

Shit, shit, shit!

Andrei almost caught me fingering myself while watching David hammer a pussy in his bedroom.

Thank goodness I heard his footsteps on time and made it look like I was just passing by.

With a growl of displeasure, I curl my fingers into a fist as I remember the graphic scene of David’s cock. Knowing he's across the hallway, in his room enjoying a pussy that isn’t mine makes me angry.

Fuck that shit! I already have this hatred for that woman he's with. I hate all of them. All the women he brings home to fuck end up in my blacklist ‘cause they’re practically

enjoying what I desire the most.

Oh, I bury my head into my palm almost sobbing.

Will the man I desire ever want me? Will he ever desire me? I sigh, feeling a throb spearing my sex.

Gosh, this pulsing need I feel for him is always distracting me. Always keeping me on edge,