Chapter8 Insatiable

Insatiable  [Bianca] I groaned, rolling onto my back as I arched slightly. "god...he's a walking thirst trap," I muttered, already annoyed at myself for how true that was. Dante wasn't just attractive; he was downright lethal—the kind of man who could ruin a perfectly good night's sleep just by existing in my thoughts. The kind that was tailor-made to destroy any sense of dignity I had left.  My fingers trailed over my shirt, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. No bra, of course. I could barely tolerate that bondage at home. My hand drifted downward, almost against my will, brushing the waistband of my panties, damp enough to confirm that I'd lost this internal battle the moment I opened his photo. Why did he have to look like that? Like some dark angel, shirtless, with a knowing smirk on his face as if he could see right through the screen as if he knew exactly what I was doing at this very moment. I lifted my phone once again, biting down on my lips as my thumb traced his image, reca