Vee Liette Novels & Stories

Even talking about her makes my nerves itch to punch my fist through a wall. She's... Maria, I mutter sourly. I was never able to figure her out. That's a lie. I have Maria figured out to the very last fiber of her existence but speaking shit about Liam's mother behind her back is not up to my reputation. You must have loved her a lot, Vee whispers, taking a step closer and I inhale a delirious scent of her flowery perfume which has a touch of vanilla. My groin tightens as my cock strains against my trousers. Looking at Vee's brilliant eyes does something to my irresponsible libido. The way she asks the question, with a tone of regret as if she is jealous of Maria, doesn't help that either.