#Chapter211

Be Mine-02

I stop.

“Tri, lie down,” he commands.

I open my mouth, but I run out of words, or maybe my brain is processing something different. All I do is follow his order. In seconds, I’m naked on top of the cold granite kitchen Island.

“Sorry, mate.” I hear him mutter under his breath.

“What?” I ask, raising my head to look at him, but my head falls back to the granite, and it almost hurts. His mouth is on my wet core.

“Oh, God!” I grunt in surprise, gripping both edges of the kitchen island.

“Your saying?”

“Nothing!”

He laughs in amusement as he grips my hips...