Lady Karma

Katya

His voice was a raspy huskiness, his trimmed beard soft and caressing my face as he caught my ear in his lips.

I wanted, needed him to kiss me. To feel the hardness digging into my thighs and discover what it felt like to have him inside me again. I craved and burned for his touch, I desired...him.

But he was only teasing...

The thought brought with it a realization of the game he was playing.

In a second, I stood from his thighs as though I had been burned, my chest heaving up and down, every part of my body burning and tingling.

When he looked up to me, his gaze was lazy with desire, but underneath it was that knowing smirk of satisfaction. Smugness.

He knew exactly what he had done.

Ferrara stood, looking impeccable and calm, as if he hadn't just had me in his thighs, as though he hadn't just driven me crazy.

He stepped closer to me, covering the distance between us and reaching out to pull the messy strands of my hair backwards.

"So what do you think? You wanna begin now, to