Zara’s POV

The bottle spun again while I was still catching my breath on the couch, my shorts soaked through and my lips swollen from all the biting and kissing. It landed straight on Kai once more. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered, pushing my messy hair out of my face. 

My pussy was still throbbing from grinding on him for so long and now the damn game kept giving him more control.

Kai grinned like he’d won the lottery, checking his phone. 

“Perfect timing. Mom and Dad just texted they’re calling in five minutes to check on us. Get your ass to the table and...