CHAPTER FORTY
ROXANNE'S POV
In no time my bra had vanished from it's original position. Whether it was I who had torn it off or Edward, I had no idea. Things were escalating too fast that I didn't even have a chance to think properly. The rushed kiss and rapid uncovering of the body, paved way for a rush of unexpected uncontrollable moans. For some unknown reason, my body refused to separate itself from the handsome figure that was weighing it down. My hands were glued stiffly to his chest hairs just as stiffly as my legs felt with his whole weight on me.
"Have I always haboured feelings for him?" I pondered deeply, still mentally giving orders to my lips to suck and lick the appropriate places. It felt like I had been drugged, for my whole behavior was unlike my self. It was just as if Mr. Gideon had equally torn my brain out when he had attempted the rape.
