𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+) (𝐆𝐱𝐆)

As much as I loathed Aniyah, I couldn't deny my overwhelming desire for her. "Did you sleep with him?" Aniyah muttered through our fevered kisses. She pushed me onto the bed, trailing kisses down my neck.

I tried to process her question. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice heavy with need, consumed by thoughts of Aniyah.

She locked eyes with me, seething with intensity. "From the party," she replied, her tone edged with impatience.

"Why? does it matter." I queried, almost teasingly, raising an eyebrow. She looked at me, kissing down my neck and wandering down my body. Her hands danced along the waistband of my pants before she tugged them down.

"Once my pants hung at my ankles, a brief silence fell before she spoke, spreading my legs apart by my thighs. "Yes, yes it does, Laila," she retorted, before retrieving the gun from her pants and placing it on my stomach.

Aniyah's deep glare carried a mix of lust as the cold metal rested against me. "Don't move," she grumbled as her hand slid from the gun to my core, brushing my clit, coaxing soft sounds from my lips"