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TWENTY-ONE
I reigned in the beast the instant Kayla tried to touch me. I must have been hurting her from my grip on her neck and the way I groped her pussy. But Kayla appeared to be enjoying it. She moaned and trembled as if on the brink of an orgasm.
My bulge grew while watching desire dance in her brown eyes and felt how wet she was for me in her underwear. I wanted to devour her mouth and drive my cock inside her. But fearing the terrible memory would sneak in and destroy that moment with Kayla, I held off.
And then her hand moved, and I snapped to my senses and released her.
Still, I’m unable to stop thinking about those moans—her palpable desire.
I’ve indulged the beast a little. Now it’s clawing at the restraints to experience more of Kayla.
Her challenging text doesn’t help.
It’s the second night in a row she’s given an invitation, and I won’t deny her twice.
That is why I’m standing outside her room at nearly midnight.
Keeping calm, I lightly tap on her window and wait.
A few seconds go by when the curtain moves, and Kayla peeks out. Her eyes twinkle with delight.
She lifts the window and backs up as I climb inside as quietly as possible.
Kayla has the fan on, so it drowns out our whispers.
When our eyes meet, she clears her throat and hugs herself.
I regard her cute thigh-length nightshirt before steadying on her neck. There are no bruises, but I still feel riddled with a ton of guilt.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, looking at her smooth cinnamon-brown skin that felt so exhilarating at my touch.
Kayla wobbles her head, curls bouncing. She’s so beautiful, whether in her natural element or uniform.
“I hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” she counters, shifting from one leg to the other. Her voice is soft as she adds, “It wasn’t a bad kind of hurt.”
“Hm.” I slope my head to one side and narrow my gaze on her. “So, you liked having my hand clench your throat, little artist? You enjoyed having your pussy rubbed viciously?”
Kayla shudders at my vulgarness and bites her bottom lip, stating in a sultry tone, “Maybe. As I’ve said, Brandon, you don’t scare me.”
The dark side of me starving for her shoots to the forefront.
“You want more?” I say on a growl.
A nervous gasp leaves her full lips.
Kayla swallows hard, then tells me, “For each time you touch me, you have to let me touch you back.”
I stiffen at the apparent bargain.
“You’ve already touched me, Brandon,” she adds. “So, I’m owed.”
Kayla knows I want her badly. But she wants me just the same.
“Can I hold your hand?” My heart accelerates at the sweetness dripping from her tone.
She creeps forward, her gaze drowsy with desire as she drinks me in. “You can trust me.”
