AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.

My kitty.

I had no idea what had gotten into her, but— I liked it.

She’d made the first move.

Her fingers trailed through the fabric of my sleeves, teasing me with each stroke I felt on my skin.

And the intense eye contact— God!

She was fucking making me lose my mind.

If I hadn’t popped her hymen with my finger— I would have argued endlessly that this girl standing in front of me wasn't a virgin.

Her actions. Her stare. Her touch.

They were defiling ...