Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I reply, and she laughs.
“No, he’s got some librarian to play with, right?” she asks and leans closer. “You might have words, Maz-I-Keen. But you don’t have a lot, like my body and our history together,” she pushes her body against mine.
“History is the word there. You’re the history. I’m the present and future. Stay away,” I argue.
“Oh honey, you’re going to get hurt.” She leans closer and laughs. “King loves to fuck me because I don’t shy away. I give him whatever hole he requests,” she snarls, and I laugh.