AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “I can’t believe you made me do this,” I complained first but did as he asked me to do, but not before he cursed inside his car. 

　　　

　　　I took off my panties and showed him the black lacy thong I wore.

　　　

　　　 “So you do wear one.” He stole it from me, balled it in his hand, and inhaled it like his favorite perfume. “You’re fucking wet. Since when?”

　　　

　　　 I felt my skin tightened. “Since we talked about me being at your mercy.”

　　　

　　　 “Fuck.” He grabbed me by the back of my neck and smashed his mouth into mine in a hot and wild kiss. 

　　　

　　　The place where we were...