RUBY

Luther begged, and I had no choice but to give him what he wanted. It was a light touch, a loving movement of his hand toward me. Everyone forbade us from making love, but who could resist?

“Arghhh,” I gasped as Luther’s fingers slipped under my shirt. His rough knuckles were touching me, and it was unbearable. More accurately, I couldn’t hold myself back from him.

“Rose isn’t asleep yet, is she? Let me check on her for a moment,” I said.

Luther kissed my slender neck ...