I can’t stop thinking about her

Ryan’s POV

I paced around my office in restlessness as I gritted my teeth with uneasiness blooming inside me as the thought of the sexy goddess whose purity I had taken crossed my head for the umpteenth time that day.

It had been four frustrating weeks after the sexual encounter happened between Ophelia and me.

To say I had forgotten about it and had moved on with my life after that night was nothing but a lie. After that night, I just couldn't get her and her warm pussy out of my head.

On numerous occasions, I'd go to Vegas's nightclub to pick up a hoe and fuck them just to stop thinking about Ophelia but that only made me crave her more.

I couldn't stop thinking about the ethereal picture of her, lying pliant in my arms and letting out soft, velvety moans as I fucked her to a stupor before shooting my cumload inside her.

I wanted more of her. I had become obsessed with her and I knew I wouldn't rest until I found a way to own her even though I knew that statement of mine was nearl