Chris woke up to the weight of a small body on top of him. He partially remembered blacking out in bed before they could put the pillows between them, as they’d done the other night. His eyes, almost naively, glanced to Kiara’s leg above his own and trailed up to find a slightly wrinkled top. It exposed a piece of skin and… fuck. A new part of her tattoo was showing right below her waist. He was simply unable to break the stare.The last time he’d seen it, it was just a few black and grey leaves on her upper thigh, sneaking out of her loosely hung towel. Now he could see the other end of the design. Another leaf and the beginning of a flower he’d never be able to identify. At least not with so

Chris was dying to come inside that tight wet pussy of hers. He was aware of her appeal, but he didn’t realize what he had signed up for until she began to work him from inside. He almost lost it when he felt her strum his cock with her pussy, and it took all of his control not to cum. And that devil had the nerve to talk back to him after her orgasm, which only meant he had to push her further. He was fond of that blissful silence he got out of woman after he made them come over and over, but it seemed he’d have to work a little harder with that one. He grabbed her ass to

“You had no right to do that” Chris was beyond furious at that point. “Maybe not, but you had! Why didn’t you?” The nerve that woman had was simply unbearable. And she was saying it all like she was entitled to an opinion, as if he was the one breaking all the rules there. “Stay away from my business Kiara”“So you can live on as a coward? No, thank you. You need to stop living the life they chose for

Shit. Kiara knew she shouldn’t have said that, but all those memories and emotions were prickling through her skin. She thought that at least her mumbled words would be enough to get him stunned for a while, but of course she wouldn’t be that lucky. “What are you talking about?”“Nothing” She closed her eyes hard, trying to think of a way out. “You said I’m a murderer”

For some reason unknown to mankind, Chris found himself at his parents’ home an hour before dinner, at one of the most aggravating conversations he ever had. “She’s not right for you” Edgar stated clearly. His mother was awfully quiet. “And why is that?” He didn’t tell them they were not together anymore – or ever – and wasn’t sure why. For some reason, Chris was putting up with that torture when he had a clear way out. But he’d go through that if they were a real couple, and maybe he just wanted to know how it’d b