#Chapter111
PHOENIX
I’m losing my control, not because of not getting laid, it’s because of the woman beside me who’s driving me crazy. When she cries over my gifts, it warms my heart.
It’s been a long time since I spend gifts over a woman, but that woman betrayed me. Now, I want to pamper Samantha—she’s worth every penny I spend for her. And I know those gifts remind her of her dad.
The moment she lies down beside me on the couch, I know the baby steps are long gone. When she moans, my traitor of a cock hardens like a rock. I know I have to kiss her one way or another because this beast inside is going to savage her anytime soon—my urge, my lust, and these feelings are overflowing in my body.
When our lips touch, I know she owns me—the feeling is overwhelming, fills with giddiness. Her taste and the softness of her lips are intoxicating. And I’ve never felt like this before with anyone, and it’s freaking me out—in a good way.
