What My Body Wants

SI

tupid. I'd done some

it off like I did when I was eighteen? I was no longer eighteen. I was not that sweet little virgin anymore. N

and I needed it quick, or I'd break down right in front of Santos.

" he drawled, not reall

pered, my voice almost shaky and hoarse with t

e bed and started folding the sheets. "We've alr

lt shaky on the inside.

and desire coursing through me. Suddenly, I regretted

Rosy, when you just arrived?" h

e for almost the hour it took you to fuc

in your voice?" He seeme

I shot at him, lyin

aving the urge to run before I did somethin

ound my shoulder. I suddenly found myself agai

voice sending shivers down my

ough I feared I already

ix years ago? Right here, in this house,

the pain of the memory. "Y

u were a craving then, almost like very expensive alcoh

le

g to keep it simple, but that was a pain that ha

"I stopped because you were a virgin who deserved more. You

asn't hurting so bad. If my body w

go, Sa

night, you know. Quite stupid of not taking what you in

wanted to throw these words to his face

f my dress before snaking inside. My dress rode up as

I protested, doing my best to ignore the

muttered, caressing my pus

ymore." Trying to keep the pain from my voice, I

pushed the panties aside and stroked my bare

erent things," I said truthfully, even though in

arousal pressed against my thigh. "But what did you do, Rosy? After

y pushed away from me, severing all contact. "The next day, you offer

mething curled up insid

? You thought Jason would keep it silent!? You went right

t his deep, angry voice still cut

u used to scream for my damn best friend!" He was really angry, his hands fisted. His eyes held hatred as he glared daggers at me. "I'll never forgive you for that, Rosianna. Ever. You might have given your virginity to Jason, but

throom without a backward glance, leaving