Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Sabrina…”

Tyrone leaned forward suddenly, gripping the back of the driver’s seat, his voice husky as he implored, “Can you help me, please?”

Sabrina blushed and looked at Tyrone in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? I’ll drive faster. You’ll be home soon and handle it yourself!”

How could he ask her for help so directly? What did he expect her to do? How could she help him?

Tyrone’s breathing became heavy, and he swallowed hard. He could feel his body responding to the drug and became overcome with desire.

next intersection and take me

short drive, Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into

later, the car entered the

public. However, the nights were still chilly, so no

the roadside and quickly unfastened the seat

go outside. You deal

was about to open the door when Tyrone grabbed her wrist from the back seat, his eyes

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

I feel terrible,”

hot to the touch. She couldn’t help

were deep and warm, and Sabrina melted under his gaze. She bit her lower

you do