Chapter 82 Locked And Unholy (3)
- Janet
- Arthur’s breath hitched, his forehead resting against mine as the pace quickened. He wasn’t trying to be gentle anymore, and I didn’t want him to be.
- I wanted the friction; I wanted the weight of him pressing me back against the cold metal shelves. Every time he hit deep, he tickled my most sensitive spot. I had never been alive like I was in that closet.