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“Stop it,” she whispers. “What’s wrong with us?”

“Everything,” I mutter. “Everything is wrong with us.”

CHAPTER 13

ARRIANA

Back at home, I sit at my desk, trying to focus on the job sites. But the bombshells Nico dropped on me hurt my head. First, he’s a killer, but he only kills, killed, bad people. But does that make it okay? Should I forgive the darkness? Insanely, it’s the second bombshell, all that dirty talk, that grips me. My body is aching, my core burning. I never knew I was such a sexual being. I never would’ve guessed it.

I pick up my phone, not feeling like myself, and text him.

Me:You did a real number on me today.

Nico:I did one on myself, too.I can’t focus on a damn thing. Even as I write this message, Arria, knowing I shouldn’t, I keep thinking about what I said. I keep thinking about how wild you looked. You looked like you were going to tremble with an orgasm just from me talking.

I smile, so we’re back to Arria, then.

Me:All that stuff you were saying, describing me as ‘curvy,’ ‘plump,’ making it sound like a good thing,and the way you were looking at me like you were obsessed, really triggered something in me. I can’t calm down. In fact, I’m having some bad thoughts.

I go to bed, biting my lip. What am I doing? What’s wrong with me, with us? I lie down.

Nico:Like what?

Me:Well, I’m lying in bed, so what do you think?

Nico:Tell me.

Me:That depends… what are you doing?

Nico:I’m in my home office, knowing how wrong it’d be if I took out my dick and started stroking it as I think about you. I’m thinking of you in bed, wishing I was there.

Me:What would you do if you were here?

Nico:I’ll only tell you if you agree to rub your horny pussy for me. If you agree to come for me. And when you have, you tell me what you did so I can explode as I relive you doing it.

Me:Yes, yes, yes.

I hold the phone in one hand, slipping my other hand into my underwear. In moments like these, when everything is so intense, it’s hard to remember that I was once a logical person. It’s difficult to remember being uninterested in men. Well, I’m only interested in one man. It’s like he’s turned me into a creature of pure lust. Even if I know it might seem silly after this moment has passed, it’s everything now. It seems important.

His text arrives. I gasp, move my hand up and down my pussy, over my pleasure points.

Nico:You’re my personal plaything, Arria. I’m going to lie you on your back and strip you naked so I can see every single perfect curvy inch of your young virgin body. But I’m going to stay in my suit. That’s because it gets me off, the difference, you naked for me, like you’re my private treat. You’re going to see how wild you’re making me, and it’s going to get you so, so wet. My obsession is going to make your pussy cream before I even start touching you.

The image is powerful. I stroke faster. My legs tingle, and my core aches deeply. My belly swirls with warmth, and an orgasm tickles at the edges of my consciousness, hinting, teasing.

Nico:Then I’m going to pull my pants down just enough so you can see my cock. You’re going to see my length drenched and glistening with precome. You’re so beautiful, so sexy, you have me leaking just by lying there.

I move my hand faster. My breath catches. I feel like I might scream.

Nico:Then I’m going to push inside of you, hard, fast. I’m going to fuck you so that your fullness shakes for me. With each thrust, we’re going to know we’re crossing so many damn lines. But the pleasure is too sweet for us to care.

I close my eyes, seeing it, seeing him, as the orgasm howls through my body.

Me:Oh my God.

Nico:Did you do it?

Me:Yes.

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