Geneva
I f*ucked him. I actually begged him for it. After all that big talk, I let him have his way with me. As I lay naked in the bed the next morning, Demir gone wherever, I can’t stop thinking that yes, I did, and I’d do it again because, damn it, that d*ick of his… it’s too good to be passed on. It’s long and wide, and definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen so many, I mean it’s been a while, but still. And the way he chanted in my ear how I was his while he f*ucked me so damn good? I don’t like to like it either, but here we are.
Still, none of these change the fact that he’s a bastard, that I barely know him and that I practically can’t trust him. Not truly.
But as I lay blissed out in bed, the rain outside slowly chanting in my ear, it feels like this is the cal
