Chapter 48

• "Yes." I sobbed as streaks of pleasure racked through me and his hold on my neck tightened possessively obviously not liking the answer that I gave, why did you lie Amara?
• "schastlivchiki." Lucky bastards.
• It sounded like a Russian curse and I was too distracted by his fingers inching into my panties and brushing against the top of my mound to ask him what he said. A moan tore from within me when he stroked my mound, the form of his fingers straining against the fabric of my panties as he pushed downwards towards my swollen nub that was already drenched and engorged with my arousal, "What are y-"