Chapter 11.

Adrian.

I watch Andria’s face. It tightens with a mix of confusion, uneasiness, and need. 

I smile darkly, as I press my lips into Shaye’s neck. She obediently keeps silent, as I squeeze her other nipple. I play with both. Palming her breast, kissing her jawline, her neck. 

Andria squirms i...

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