Trixie Provoked
Viktor Redreich
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· 4 ratings · Published: 10 Mar 2020
I hear him with all those other women in the room next door. The dancing and giggling, the shrieking and frolicking. His name tumbling from their lips in ecstasy loud and clear through the thin wall that separates us.
I’ve tried knocking, politely, asking him to keep it down.
“Quit it, little princess, unless you want me to go over there and paddle you,” he thundered in response.
I’m an innocent country gal, I’ve never been touched.
He’s an infamous big city beast. Respected by men. Desired by women.
I hate him for corrupting me. For igniting these wild flames within me.
I grab my bedsheets, clench my fists and bite my lower lip. I punch my pillow to keep from screaming.
I hate him.
I crave him.