16: Kissing The Devil.

Leonor felt like she needed to palm her face at that moment, she hadn't realized that the water had made her clothing see-through now, "Just admit it, Leonor, you want this," he said in a hypnotizing tone.

"I'm not interested," she said stubbornly, trying as hard as she could not to get lost in his eyes. He kept coming closer and closer to her, letting his breath fan her face.

"Don't fight it. Give in to me," she knew it deep in her stubborn heart that she wanted this. She just couldn't help but wonder what his lips tasted like, and somehow her body craved his touch. He had this effect on people, he could make anyone fall for him and beg to be his by just looking into their eyes. But this one was a tough nut to crack, it took her to watch him fuck that bitch and get wet under the shower for her desires to consume her.

"Sorry," that was the last thing she heard Armando say before he suddenly pressed his lips against hers. She felt his tongue lick on her lower lip and no matter how hard