Chapter 168. Game On

Proserpina

I turned, touching my heavy breasts, playing with my nipples and sighed,

‘Really? You are SUCH a bad student, Mr. Delano.’

Shaking my head reproachfully at him, I turned to him and touched my wet panties.

He stilled, his eyes riveted on the skimpy garment.

'Oh, Lucien,' I sighed, and dimpling again at him, I went on.

'I am so wet...I think I shall go and take a bath, maybe.'

The man on the bed looked dangerously flushed, the veins on his forehead standing out as he snarled,

'Woman, I will f*cking make you pay for this,'

"Temper, temper,' I sighed and took my nipples in my hands, rolling them lightly. Lucien Delano watched, helplessly, the sound of his heavy breathing loud in the room. His thick member was oozing pre-cum, and I wanted desperately to lick it off.

Not yet, I told myself sternly.

Schooling my features, I dimpled at him and stopped.

Moaning softly , I slid my hand between