[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Ps. This time it's real.]
Thunder roared in the sky, the wind beat violently against the houses and roofs, and lightning flashed every couple of minutes. But none of that mattered to either Lola or Atlas.
Her heart pounding in her ears was louder. Their deep, ragged gasps were louder. The buzz in her head was louder. Lips locked in a passionate kiss, breaths mingling between them, hands clutching at each other as layers of clothing fell to the dirty floor one by one.
Lola didn't even know where she found the courage or why she was still conscious despite her current state. Was it because of the casual threats he had just thrown at her? Or was it simply her body craving what she had denied herself for more than three decades?
