Chapter 79. Bucharest

Devyn’s POV

I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss with Devyn. It had been totally unexpected, and so intense. When his tongue explored my mouth, I was losing every control in me. I would've found myself straddling his lap and eating up his face if the flight attendant hadn't interrupted our feat.

Devyn was right. His touch had an undeniable effect on me, melting every part of my being as if his fingertips were on fire. I didn’t like that I easily fell under his charms, especially when the only reason he wanted me was because he saw me as a possession, his plaything.

While I was here grappling with my feelings, Devyn was occupied with nothing but a hard dick.

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror while washing my face, I noticed my cheeks remained flushed, the color fading slowly, and my lips were still swoll