Novel-novel oleh Serenaa

Am I really about to do this—right here, in Damian’s car?I watched him park in a secluded alleyway, between two abandoned buildings. My thighs squeezed together, an obvious sign that the idea didn't waver how I felt. Lust quickly became the main factor-the only factor- and I had no problem acting out on it.Damian snapped his seatbelt off, with the same hastiness and his lips were on mine in a second. There wasn't anything soft, or sweet about it. I preferred it that way as I succumbed to him and let him kiss me however he wanted. I moaned loudly, holding onto his wrists as his hands held me just below my ears."Open," he demanded, his lips just barely grazing mine as he spoke.He kissed me again, not holding anything back as his tongue slid into my mouth and wrapped around my own. It felt good. Unbelievable fucking good. My hands went to his jaw, just needing to feel him as I lost myself within the bruising pleasure of his full lips.My pussy throbbed uncomfortably, the lacy mater

What am I about to put myself through?Damian opened the door, stepping aside to let me in. The car was low on the ground, nearly impossible for me to sit myself in the passenger seat without flashing Damian—which I don't think he'd mind. He held a hand out to me, and I smiled gratefully as I let my fingers enclose around his own."Careful," he murmured, steadying me.I set one foot in, my legs spreading wide open as he helped me until I was sitting comfortably in the passenger's seat. Damian shut the door butas he rounded the hood, I didn't miss the smirk on his face.Fucker."Where are we going?" I asked, which I probably should have done earlier. To make sure I looked okay after Damian kissed the shit out of me, I pulled down the mirror and inspected my face and hair."A cousin of mine is having a function," he said. I pushed the mirror back up, turning to look at him."What kind of function?" I asked, the nerves form earlier suddenly returning."The kind where you bring pretty d

“He said that?" Silvana asked, staring at me wide-eyed from across the table.I nodded my head, taking a sip of my coffee. "He did."“Wow," she whispered. "I'm sorry for thinkingthat he'd be different outside of work. The stuck up little shit." She sounded in awe, almost as if she couldn't believe it. Me neither. But I did stop thinking about it and Silvana had requested all the details—over a nice cup of coffee.I wasn't going to see him again, and that was that but still, I entertained her curiosity."Yeah," I said, leaning my elbow onto the table. "That's basically it. He walked me to my car and said things weren't going to work out," I said, grimacing as I recalled the events with Diego.Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while.I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was

Take my clothes off?I stared at him for a momeni, seeking any expression that would indicate he was joking.He wasn't.Why?" I asked, although I already knew. We were in the bathroom, and he was asking me to undress myself. The intention was pretty obvious, but that didn't stop me from asking."Do you want me to do it for you?" he asked, and the question was bold enough for me to have no doubt that he will.I didn't say anything.My cheeks warmed up and I could feel the heat spreading across my neck. Why the fuck was I blushing? It wasn't as if he hadn't seen me naked before. But having him standing there, demanding that I take my clothes of—it had my body flushing, and not in a way that I hated."But-""I already touched your cervix and now you want to be shy?" Damian said, completely straight-faced and my jaw nearly hit the ground. The worst part was that he wasn't lying. Still, he seemed unfazed as he crossed his arms and waited patiently."Shut up," I murmured, dropping my handba

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All i wanted was a drink.I should have known that a conversation was bound to follow. I was minding my business while waiting for Silvana after she had asked me to meet her. I was frustrated with my evening andthought...why the fuck not. Regret settled in as I tried to pay attention to the man whose name I had forgotten."I'm sorry," I interrupted him, raising my hand. "What was your name again?" I asked,genuinely confused on why he was talking to me in the first place.I was just sitting at the bar, patiently waiting for my friend to show up when I was approached by a man I didn't recognise. It was dark but every now and then a flash of light would pass on his face and I would get a glimpse of his features. Light brown hair, and light eyes—that was all.I didn't bother looking any more than necessary because I had absolutely no interest inentertaining him.His face dropped. "Victor," he said, making sure to put emphasise on the two syllables.I nodded. "Okay," I drawled, chucklin