“Too bad you don’t deserve it.” My gaze trails up her legs, her perky tits, and her damp neck until I reach her face. “You think it’s fun to defy me, prom queen?”
“N-no?”
“Why did that come out as a question?”
“I don’t know.” She’s breathing harshly, and judging by the death grip she keeps on her towel, she’s turned on but doesn’t like to show it.
“Drop the towel.”
She sucks in a harsh breath as her gaze meets mine. There are a thousand questions in those blue eyes.
Why are you doing this? Aren’t you supposed to hate me?
Just like her, I have no answer, because that’s the problem with Reina.
I keep coming back to her whether I like to or not. She has me under some black magic. It’s in the way she looks at me like she never looks at anyone else.
Like I’m her one and only.
“This is so fucked up,” she murmurs, as if translating my thoughts.
“That we are.” I motion at her hand. “Now, drop the towel. I won’t repeat myself another time.”
I can feel her giving in before I see it. Another thing about this Reina? She lives in the moment no matter what her brain tells her.
She removes her hand, and the towel slides down her body before pooling at her feet.
Fuck me.
I’ve never liked looking at a naked woman as much as I love watching Reina.
The slender line of her waist, her hips that were made for my hands, her smooth pussy that’s begging for my cock inside it.
My gaze trails up. Her nipples harden under my scrutiny, seducing me closer. It’s a blasphemy not to touch her when she’s right here.
All mine.
Her tits are heavy and ready for my tongue and lips, or better yet, they could use my cock between them as she held them for me.
One day.
I have so many plans for her body. It was made for me. All of it.
I capture her heavy-lidded eyes with mine. Another thing about her that’s never changed—whenever she’s aroused, Reina barely manages to keep her eyes open.
It’s like she’s fighting herself to remain in the moment.
“How should I punish you now?”
“P-punish?” Her voice is spooked, but her features say something entirely different.
Excitement, thrill.
She can barely stay still with the building anticipation, fidgeting and curling both hands around each other.
“You defied me. I don’t care for being defied. So yes, Reina, you have to be punished.”
Her gaze strays ahead for a second as she sucks on the inside of her cheek. Reina always had a fucked-up type of sex appeal that attracted all the motherfuckers in her vicinity. I know because I always fought the urge to rip their eyes out for looking at her.