◆◆◆ Chapter 9 ◆◆◆
~ Kris Hunter ~
I prepared like it was the most important date of my life. Because it was.
Last night I barely slept. Tiana had crashed on my couch after our marathon gossip session, her sprawled under a throw blanket, me curled in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the library stacks. The way Niklaus had bent me over that shelf, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties yanked to the side so roughly the lace tore. The way he’d gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, counted every thrust aloud in that low, commanding voice —“One… two… three…”— while I gasped the numbers back, thanking him between broken moans. The thick stretch of his c**k splitting me open, filling me so completely I felt every vein, every ridge dragging against my walls. The hot rush
