Nia’s Pov
I was so lost in my thoughts, replaying that empty room from three days ago, the way he'd pinned me against the wall, his hands rough and sure, that I barely noticed the way his gaze softened into a smile. “Took you long enough,” he said, his voice pulling me back. “So, are you going to tell me?”
“You're out of your mind,” I whispered, but the denial felt weak even to my own ears. Heat flushed through me at the mere idea, my skin prickling as memories flooded in unbidden. The way he'd gripped the waistband of my panties back then, ripping them off with one effortless yank, the fabric tearing just enough to expose me completely. His mouth had descended without hesitation, tongue lapping at my p***y, sucking my clit until my legs shook and I came hard against his face, gasping.
