Chapter 7: Bend and Break

Tamari Issoria’s Point of View

I was biting my lower lip while I was on top of his lap, sitting pretty. Brixton was holding my waist whilst he was topless. His skin was touching my arm and for some reason, I felt hot. Brixton’s chest were hairy as well as the bottom part of his navel. He have this six pack abs and some scars on his upper body as well as his right stomach.

Brixton was clinging on my small waist. He seem not wanting to release my small waist but instead, claim it as his.

“W-Why do we have to talk in this kind of p-position?” I muttered in a low baritone voice where it was enough for him to hear.

He pursued his lower lips which made it wet. My small and traitor eyes drifted on it and my inner self would want to press his lips on mine. His active seduction breaks me and mind you, we kissed once which made me disgusted.

I disgust myself for tasting his lips. I vowed to myself not to engage with any relationship with these creatures but here I am, in a lion’s dean and