CASSANDRA
"Are you fooling me right now, man?" Only a few inches from from where he is standing and at the same time preparing a sandwich, I asked. "You're having a f*****g turkey wrap, right?"
He turned to face me, letting his eyes travel from my face down over all of my exposed curves—the bastard couldn't even conceal how badly he wanted to f**k at this exact moment—before coming back to my face.
"Until you will stop being a tormenting b***h or my d**k learns to suck itself, I guess I might as well eat anything," he replied with a cold voice.
"But . . " I made a feeble attempt to urge that he eat me once more while I tried to avoid provoking his sexually enraged rage. His delighted half-grin made me frown.
"You're so rude, Dera!"
"If you want to have s*x, do it on my terms. Cassy,
