*Nadia’s POV*
Ugh! I keep telling myself not to get too close. But each passing second near him is driving Ambar and me mad. Is it possible to be so perfect?
He had thrown me over his shoulder, and I swear I felt myself dripping in my panties. Like, what the heck?
We were still at a distance, far away from others, when he paused. I felt him struggling as he took deep breathes. “Fūck Nadia.” He growled, making me even more wet.
I wiggled trying to get him to put me down. “Put me down.” I grumbled as he sighed and placed me on the floor.
I squinted at him as soon as he stood straight. “Don’t do that shīt!” I growled at him.
He closed his eyes, looking pained or something. “What is it?” I asked with brows furrowed as I cupped his face.
The sparks only reminded me that he isn’t mine
