Vivian was wrecked.
Completely, utterly, f*****g ruined.
Her p***y throbbed, her thighs trembled, her entire body shaking from how close he had gotten her, only to rip it away like the cruel, ruthless bastard he was.
She sat there, panting, soaked, aching, her mind spinning as she watched Christopher calmly grab her bag, acting like he hadn’t just had his fingers buried between her thighs, hadn’t just licked her arousal off his fingers, hadn’t just left her on the brink of insanity.
She clenched her fists, her voice breathless, desperate.
“You’re evil.”
Christopher turned back to her, smirking, his blue eyes sharp, dark, filled with pure, unrelenting amusement.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice silky, smooth, pure f*****g dominance.
“I haven’t even started yet.”
Vivian whimpere
