Chapter 43

26. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

Shaking her head in protest, he inserted another thick finger into her core, and she bucked her hips to take it, tightening her grip on his shoulders so that for a second she almost bored holes into his clothes.

Increasing his finger movements to a ruthless pace, he pushed the salad against her lips.

“Don't keep anything closed from me, Cara. I won't tell you again.” He warned, maintaining his finger pace coupled with how lustful his gaze locked on hers.

Leaving her no choice but to hook her leg over the armrest, giving him more room.

“Oh, so uhhh.” She mewled, screwing her eyes shut and rocking her hips in rhythm with his hand movements.

This was so wrong; regardless, her whole body was attuned to his touch. Craved it. Ruined for him.

“Ah!” She flinched when he pinched her delicate walls, causing such a searing sting that exploded in her core.

If she wasn't as sick as him, she'd h