"Fuck.."I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. 
[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. 
"But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. 
"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story

　　I stand at her desk after she buzzes me in. Today, she is wearing a maroon dress that ends just above her knees and hugs her figure, highlighting her womanly curves.


　　"Good morning, C.C." Her cheeks are slightly flushed with a faint smile. "You're looking very professional today?" She arches a brow as her gaze sweeps over me.


　　I tuck my loose curls behind my ears and stare down at myself. "A pair of black dress slacks and a white blouse is hardly professional." I chuckle. "It is more a case of playing it safe." I groan, wishing I possessed the confidence to dress up like the majority of the girls around here.


　　"Is he in?" I enquire sceptically, hoping that I am not too late.


　　"Nope, he is upstairs this morning, I believe."


　　"Thank the Gods," I reply. "I'll catch up with you later."


　　"I'll be here." She hums as the sound of her tapping away on her keyboard follows me down the corridor.


Chapter TWENTY SEVEN