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23 || Dare or dare
“Kiss me so fast I’ll forget how to breathe,” I mutter under my breath as my eyes scan the page of the erotic novel on my phone. “Fuc–”
My head snaps up at the sound of footsteps. I perk up as soon as King walks in. He barely spares me a glance and plops into a single sofa across me. He is ignoring me again.
I put my phone away with the intention of returning to my novel later. I cross my legs and lean to the side, showing off more skin than necessary. King is watching. That’s why I spread my legs so he can see what his presence does to me. How he makes my pussy bleed for his dick. He won’t touch me even if I’m eighteen and ripe to fuck. I’m his best friend’s sister. I’m off limits but my pussy doesn’t care.
I push my skirt higher up my thighs and he closes his legs to hide his bulge. “King.”
“Jane, behave yourself,” he growls out.
One quick look at the stairs and I crawl to him. My hands rest on his knees. “I don’t want to, King. I want to be
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