Chapter 23 I love Him

Amara Villafuerte POV

“I can’t.” He shakes his head, straining his neck when he looks up at the ceiling like he’s praying to God to give him the power of resistance.

“You won’t hurt me and I promise, if you did, I’d tell you. I just want you to fuck me the way you used to. I miss it and, right now, you need it.”

“Amara, I can’t,” he answers through gritted teeth. His fingers starting to become a little less gentle as they fuck me.

“Please, Manfred. I need it too.”

I hear him growl in frustration when he moves away from the bed, and just when I think he’s going to storm off, he shocks me when he roughly unbuckles his belt. I smile victoriously as I watch him undress and see the harsh threat on his face as he comes back toward me. “You make me go against my better judgment,” he tells me, looking between my legs. “Look at this pussy.” He tilts his head and admires what's laid out in front of him before he forces my knees even further apart, “weeping so desperately over my bed sheets