Object of Affection--Graffiti
Chapter 7….the writing is on the wall….who’s gonna read it? I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.
Shoutout to @burnsoslow who has taken me under her grammatically correct wing … finally! And to @ao719 and Burnsy for pre-reading the most important part!
All characters belong to Pixelberry.
Word Count: 5,897 (it’s really long … I hope it’s at least entertaining)
Parts of this post are NSFW
Liam’s hands moved to Riley’s shoulders, fingers gripping her fabric covered skin. His head dipped low enough for his lips to brush hers.
Riley shivered as her hands cupped his face. His voice whispered against her lips.
Riley’s eyes closed at his request. She leaned her forehead against his.
Liam lightly kissed her forehead. “Take me to your room …”
His hands dropped to her hips. He pulled her even closer to grind himself against her. “And let me write my name on your walls …”
Riley let out a low moan at feeling the King against her body.
“Will you do that for me, Lady Riley?”
Riley’s eyes, filled with mistrust and uncertainty, probed Liam’s.
He should be showing me how apologetic he is, how it’s going to be different this time. He’s supposed to be making up for how he treated me. Instead, he’s hijacking my grocery shopping and trying to get me naked.
Well, naked was different.
“What if … what if I say no?” Her voice was strangled.