Not Your Saint (BWBM Urban Love Story)
"You're wet already, princess?" he tsked, his voice raspy. I closed my eyes, hating how much I was enjoying this.
"Open them," he said, "and look at me. Then tell me that white boy can't make you feel like this."
His hands moved rhythmically over my covered folds, and my back arched at the sensation. I reluctantly opened my eyes.
"Please, Saint-" I started, but he slowed torturously, almost unmoving. I tried to move against him, but it was useless.
"That's not my name to you, Lelani," he whispered. "Be the good girl you are and say it."
I folded. I fucking folded under minimum pressure.
"Liam can't make me feel like you do, Christian," I admitted needily.
He smiled, genuinely smiled, before nodding. He quickly discarded my panties, pressing a kiss to my inner thighs. The cold air against my bare skin sent goosebumps across my body.
Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe.
Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into.
But fate doesn't care about warnings.
And he's not good at letting go.
Something about her pulls him in.
Something about him keeps her from walking away.
All she knows is this:
The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.
