Chapter 210 Run Away

• Haunted House ~ Neoni
• My body continued moving as Chance emptied himself. My lashes fluttered as my eyes closed. I caught my breath as I fell in and out of consciousness. This is what I wanted when I came here. There was nothing on my mind but breathing, the sheen of sweat that dripped down our bodies, and the feel of being filled. I don’t give a fuck about the consequences of my actions, the meaning behind Chance’s words, or anything outside of this room.
• There weren’t any alarm bells, no voice that told me what I needed to be worried about, only the feel of my cunt milking him. There’s a muffled sound and I almost don’t hear it. I struggle to pinpoint where the noise is coming from, barely turn my head through the haze of pleasure. Lips are on my nose, my jaw, my neck. Knocking. Someone is pounding on the door, or am I remembering that night?