CHAPTER 06
KIARA
“I—I’m fine!”
Devon leaned down and whispered, "Lie better, baby."
“I—uh—I had something bad last night,” I choked out. “Stomach’s a mess.”
He chuckled against my skin.
“Well, we’re off to the beach! Lock up, okay?”
“Yup! Have fun!”
We waited.
Silence.
Footsteps fading.
And then Devon slammed into me.
I screamed into the pillow.
His hand came up to grab my throat, not too tight, just enough to make my breath hitch.
“I should be mad at you,” I whispered.
“Be mad. While I ruin you.”
He sat back on his knees, pulling me with him so I was straddling his lap. His mouth latched onto my breast, tongue circling my n****e.
“God, your t**s are perfect. I could come just from this.”
I rocked against him, moaning louder.
He slapped my ass, hard.
I gasped. “Devon!”
