Bumpy Ride!
Damien’s coarse hand lingers on my knee!
My body goes rigid in a dirty suspension.
Eyes poke out, knowing what’s coming… Knowing that I’m too frozen to smack him off if he slides down my bare thighs.
But not right next to his bride, my bestie.
Ella rants with Lara, zoning me out like I’m a tag-along.
Sweat breaks out of my pores, making his hand smoothly slide down my thigh.
“Hmm,”
Like a devil, he arches forward, blocking their view, acting like he’s enjoying the conversation when we both know what it is.
‘Stop. Please. Stop.’
I mumble in my head and try to push his hand off without creating any drama.
‘Ah!’
My hand slap my mouth shut when he grabs my knee and yanks me to him, spreading my legs wide enough.
He doesn’t give me the time to stop him when he slid
