MARKED BY MY BROTHER’S BESTFRIEND
“I'm not the 22-year-old that would have done anything to have you. I don't crave you, Thorne Xandros.”
He smirks, and something dark flashes in his eyes as he takes a step toward me, and I back away.
“You can drop the act, Aria,” he keeps taking slow and precise steps toward me while I back away. “I can smell your arousal. So raw and thick. I know you want me, and I'm willing to help you ease that ache you may be feeling in your pussy.”
I swallow, confused at why his countenance changed.
Before this, it was as though he couldn't stand the sight of me.