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.

to home… Turn right at the next intersection and take me to a

short drive, Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into the right

minutes later, the car entered

was open to the public. However, the nights were still chilly, so no one

the roadside and quickly

go outside. You deal with

her wrist from the back seat, his eyes pleading

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

feel terrible,” he

could feel the heat emanating from Tyrone’s body. Even his hands were hot to the touch. She couldn’t help but

his gaze. She bit her lower

you do