125 | Blinding Rage

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

"Jesus, fuck." I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. "Anna, you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

"Do you not like me, sir?"

I snorted. "Believe me, that's not the problem." Biting my bottom lip, I slipped a glance at her, my most primal desires getting the better of me. The perfectly sized breasts. A thin, yet alluring waist… and a beautifully bare pussy. The same pussy I had my fingers buried in the night before.

I swore on my goddamn life I was never turned on as much as I was right at that moment. My cock was so hard it could have drilled through fucking concrete. But I felt them. The demons. They were prowling in the back of my mind, whispering, inciting me to let them out. To let them take control so I could take what I wanted.

My mind was on a goddamn battlefield while the epic war of good and evil took place inside me.