Yours Wickedly, Sierra
Before I knew it, Dante's lips crashed against mine, my breath caught, and I felt his tongue slip through my teeth, sucking, and the pleasure of it drew me in until my lips tingled.
Oh God, this feels so hot!
Until he yanked the wig off my head.
I gasped, pulling away from his mouth, as he removed my mask and smirked at me.
“Well, if it isn't Monroe's baby sister.”