She shouldn't have craved him to touch her, kiss her, and imagine his ruggedly handsome face while touching herself. He shouldn't have wanted her on her knees and imagine doing all the filthy things to her and her body.




It was wrong.




He was a player and she was with someone else.




But it was too late.




Kiara Sharma and Ethan Kane were once best friends and more than that, they were each other's first kiss and first love. Everyone knew they were inseparable, always laughing and joking.




But all good things come to an end.




Now, six years later, they both are clashing together like two opposite magnets from two different worlds.




What will happen if the old flame isn't subdued yet? What will happen if they're attracted to each other, now more than ever, and knows that their relationship is like a storm, it will happen too quickly and cause a lot of destruction?




Their desire towards each other is like a ticking bomb, they don't know when it will explode and who will fall first.




Kiara or Ethan?




But one thing is for sure - promises will break, tears will fall and so will Kiara's thong.


Here's the Preview


Ethan stared at me for a few moments and stood up, his tall, muscular body looming over me. I licked my lips and met his piercing gaze.




"Give me your thong, Kiara," his velvety deep voice traveled down my body and stroked my throbbing sex. His tone was a pure command that I gladly wanted to obey.




I lifted my dress, his pupils dilating. We were gazing at each other, our eyes never leaving each other's face. We both heard the small clink of my fingers unclipping the garter belts. I shifted and hooking my fingers on the lace, I trailed it down my legs covered in stockings and handed the black lace to him.




His eyes finally moved from my face down to the sheer garment in his palm. I watched him lift it to his face and take a deep breath, taking in the scent of my feminine arousal. I clenched my legs together, my naked sex throbbing painfully for his touch as he let out a low growl and flashed his eyes to me and my legs.




"Spread your legs," he ordered, keeping my thong in his pockets.




I did, the tight dress constricting my thighs to stay closer. Goosebumps raised all over my body when Ethan leaned down and pulled my dress up to my inner thigh, his masculine scent wafting in my nose. I wanted to get close and breathe him in, but he pulled away, his eyes glaring at me to spread my legs wider. I bit my lip and spread them, shivering when the cold air brushed against my naked core. He couldn't see my bare sex as the dress still covered it, but he didn't need to see my pussy to confirm that I was dripping for him.




"Good. Now I don't want you to move your hands or I will stop. Understood?" Ethan asked in his stern voice.




I nodded, clenching my hands in fists.




He narrowed his eyes at me and said, "Use that sweet little tongue of yours, Kiara. Or else I have a much better use of it."




It seemed like my pussy had grown a heartbeat after hearing his words. My body thrummed with the need of his touch and the promise of his words.




I licked my lips before asking, "Like what?"