Chapter 1
Kyla’s POV
I shifted in the passenger seat of Kian's car, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as the engine hummed softly. We were parked crookedly beside the dimly lit room at the edge of the lot, the windows fogging up from our heavy breathing. My skirt was hiked up around my waist, panties long discarded on the floor mat, and I was straddling one of his thick fingers—my p***y lips spread wide around it, clenching desperately as he held still inside me. The stretch burned just right, but it wasn't enough. God, it wasn't nearly enough. My small t**s heaved with each ragged breath, barely a handful each, n*****s hard and poking against my thin top like little peaks begging for attention.
"Beg for it, Kyla," Kian growled, his voice low and rough, eyes locked on mine in t
