Amelia’s POV
My frustration coupled with the intense urge to orgasm was heightened and even though I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to c*m.
Closing my eyes, I delved my fingers in and out of my p***y in a very fast paced but nothing I did felt like Castriel’s c**k.
“f**k, f**k me, Maverick.” I moaned, groaning and almost crying out of frustration because there was no Maverick. I just didn’t want to moan to Castriel’s name.
‘Have I ever asked you to shut the hell up whenever I’m f*****g you and it’s all you can do not to pull the house down with your screams?’ His questions kept ringing in my head.
I hated the fact that I couldn’t say anything, hence giving him the power he thinks he has over me. I’d stormed back to my room and I also hated myself.
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