Page 2 of Tempted By Poison
Chapter 1
Anita
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Five hours earlier
Operation: Get ready for the asinine gala
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Igroan and roll overin the bed to shield my eyes from the radiant rays beaming into the room past the parted curtains. A blistering throb invades my brain; my mouth is dry with the after-taste of tequila. I stuff my head into the pillows and curl up into the thick covers, ignoring my aching muscles and foggy mind.
Gala.
Victor.
Revenge.
Kids.
The words circulate in my mind, snapping me from my fatigued state. I can’t sleep in and stew away in my hangover, although I would like that. But this is too important to me, too close to the end to let my last night of ‘fun’ get in the way.
I’m never drinking this much with Wicked Mal again. I shift in the covers until I notice a sticky residue between my thighs.
What the hell?
I moan again, stretching my body upward and flipping the covers away from me. I’m naked from the shoulders down, and my thong is twisted to the left side of my pussy lips.
“What the shit?” I mumble, looking around as if someone would spot me with my boobs out and crooked panties. I fix myself and take notice of how soaked they are. My cheeks flame as the memory of my fingers deep in my cunt flash before me.
I wasn't just playing with myself...I was envisioning my fingers were his cock, fucking me until I came all over him, even going as far as lathering my wetness on my fingers, pretending he came inside of me.
“Dammit.” I toss my legs over the bed, resting my feet on the cold hardwood floor. That was a weak moment. I would never, ever let a man ejaculate inside of me, and two, I wouldn't dare cross that line with him.
It was a normal, weak moment. That's all. Nothing more.
