"If you think I need you," I pushed him in the chest and he landed softly on my bed. "In any kind of shape or form, following me every single minute of my life..you're delirious." Before I could register, he had stalked towards me, pushing me against the wall, his arms entrapping me beside my head. His lips twitched, a bewitching smirk painted on them, his brown eyes staring intently into my own. His eyes flickered to my lips before I felt his breath ghost over them. "Oh, Princess, you don't know how wrong you are." I whimpered as his fingers slipped into my panties. He swiped his fingers through my folds before bringing them up to his lips. He stared at me hungrily as I saw them glisten in the light. His fingers slipped slowly into his mouth and I found myself gasping and biting my lip, trying to suppress a moan. He groaned. 'Delicious." ______________ ______________ ______________ ______________ ______________ ______________ ______________ ______________ For Ivy Marshall, life had gone according to her plan. High school valedictorian, two degrees, a penthouse apartment, and her dream job. All it took was for Miles Haywood to turn her morals and rules, upside down.