The drug had taken full control.
My body was on fire. My skin felt too tight. My p***y was throbbing so badly I could barely think straight. Every brush of fabric against my n*****s or thighs made me want to moan out loud. I was dripping down my thighs, my legs shaky, my mind foggy with desperate need.
Adrian’s hand was firm on my waist as he led me through the crowded party. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him instead.
“Where are we going?” I gasped, my voice breathy and weak.
“Somewhere private,” he said, his voice low and dark. “The team’s been waiting for you, princess.”
He pushed open a door at the end of the hallway. The private room was dimly lit, luxurious, with a large bed in the center and leather couches along the walls. The rest of the hockey team
