Page 30 of The Triplets and the Blonde

She licked her lips, still panting.

“Stop doing that!” I demanded.

“Doing what,” Kira asked. Knowing what I meant, she licked her lips again. Taking a step back from the bars she bit her lip.

“Tell me to stop now!” I growled, stepping into the cell. I had to stop this.

She laughed wholeheartedly exposing her neck.

I grabbed her hair, pulled her into me, and pressed my lips against hers.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

Our bodies pressed together. Our tongues intertwined.

My lips pressed into hers. She grabbed my shirt intensifying the kiss.

“You are dangerous,” I moaned into her mouth.

“Then stop kissing me.” She bit my lip.

We both knew that wouldn’t happen. I would kiss her until my last breath. I reached up her shirt and found her breasts again. I played with them as I pushed her against the wall.

I needed to be inside her.

“Why are you doing this?” she pulled her lips from mine.

“What?” It was as if she dumped cold water over me.

“Why? Do you think I’ll fuck you and after tell you where the bag is?” she snapped.

She thought so little of me. She didn’t feel our connection.“Is it working?” I asked, pain laced every word.

She pulled down her shirt and pushed the hand away that was still playing with her nipples. “I hate you,” she said and turned away from me.

Ch. 13 Kira and the library

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