Runo J Uwerhiavwe

"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. 

I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. 

"Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. 

"You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. 

"I don't want you." 

"You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? 

"Give me one reason why and I won't touch you."

"Because you're my best friend's Fiance."

SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

 I feel it in every vein in my body. With every pump of my heart in my chest. Fury. It ravaged my soul like a beast. 


 I felt my world crumble the second she screamed and I realised that she’d been shot. Quickly changing positions, I caught her before her body fell to the ground. Her eyes are shut close and her brows keep clenching and unclenching. Her feet wobbles on the floor uncontrollably as another scream rattles out her lips. 


 One thing I’m glad for is that she’s alive. But the wound. . . 


 My gaze lowers to see it. The wound is so deep that she needs instant medical care or she’ll bleed out. I can’t let that happen. 


 I lay her down on the ground, sitting her body up to give her a convenient sitting position with her back on the wall. I rip the sleeve of my shirt out then rip the ripped out portion into two, folding one half of my sleeve into a small bun. 


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