𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+] ✓

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Katrina Diaz

"As bizarre as standing upside down and trying to pee." I bit on my lower lip to contain my laugh.

Hayden arched a brow. "Was I fucking you when you're standing upside down? Like the wheelbarrow position?"

I should be asking what the bloody hell was a wheelbarrow position, but of course, I, who happened to be a hormonal teenager, had spent my time reading smut — listening to smut on audiobooks actually. Naturally, I knew about more sex positions than it should be legal.

"Nope. And I answered your question. So we are done." I mumbled, a blush staining my cheeks. Instead of running away as any sane woman would do, I waited and watched as Hayden nodded.

"Come here." He tapped his thigh.

"What?"

"Sit on my lap, Spitfire." Velvet and chaos held a note of warning. His presence, his poise and his power made me disoriented and docile.

And I obliged.

Sitting on his lap, I relaxed my weight on him as his hands came around me, spreading his fingers on the keyboard.

There was a deadbeat of silence before I twisted my neck to ask him what he was up to. He slammed his mouth on mine, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. Desire coiled in my belly as I parted my lips, but nothing came out. Hayden leaned toward me, and I was instantly lost in the sensation of his dextrous tongue and his sinful lips. His hand gripped my waist and pulled me a little closer, the movement grounded me onto his hard-on. Warm fingers slipped under my crop top and rubbed the skin lightly like a whisper of sin, beckoning me to melt in his hands.

How could I feel that all the way between my legs?

When his teeth bit my lips, I relished the pleasure coursing through my body, feeling the increasing tingles in my centre. Wanton with lust, I tried to alleviate the tension by pressing myself into him, feeling him prod against me deliciously.

"Tell me, what do you want," he drawled, his breath brushing the shell of my ear.

"Finish what you started," I pleaded, locking my eyes with his.

"You will." A corner of his mouth curled. Before I could ask him to explain, he demanded, "Take off your shorts."

"I'm not wearing anything beneath it." I flushed, needing to remind him that anyone could come.

"My dirty, dirty Spitfire..." he groaned, planting a trail of kisses on my neck. "Do it."

Lifting my hips slightly, I shoved the shorts down my legs, feeling the breeze brush against my naked cunt. Heat radiating off my face like a furnace, I lifted my head and found Hayden's eyes on the keyboard. His posture was hunched and his breathing steady.