Chapter Twenty-One. Diana.
Out of everybody, why is he here? I mean, it is a rhetorical question, because I know very well why. Ruth, bless her heart would have had Devon call him, to see if there was anyway, he could get me out of this crazy situation. I loathe that he has seen me like this. Arrested, upset, shamed. But what I hate more is that my body has a mind of its own when in close proximity to him. Every hair stands on end, my n*****s grow hard, and my p***y throbs at the memory of what his talented hands feel like when they had once mapped every inch of me. Those memory’s turn to his even more talented tongue. God that man knew every part of me, just what to do and when, with the perfect amount of pleasure and pain, which sent me into the stratosphere. I don’t want him to wait f
