Chapter 2
I did not answer Luca.
I knew how wet I was and it was bad, the kind of wet that had already soaked through my panties and made the inside of my thighs slick when I stood up.
My legs shook once. I walked the few steps to Lucian anyway because the dare was still sitting in the air and the drink had my head stupid and my cunt throbbing so hard I could feel it in my stomach.
“Angela,” Luca said again. “Sit your ass back down in that chair.”
I did not sit in the chair. I turned and put my knees on either side of Lucian’s thighs and dropped down onto his lap.
I felt him immediately.
His c**k was already hard in his trousers, thick and hot, shoved up against the wet crotch of my panties the second my ass landed.
It poked right against my p***y, a fat ridge that sat on my c**t
