156. Lorenzo
I would have expected her to stop when she saw me. I would have expected her to show rmworse or even flinch and I would have convinced myself that it was heat of the moment but…
Marissa didn’t even stop. She didn’t even flinch. I knew she had smelled me—she was the daughter of a Beta from one of the neighboring packs, a woman with a strong wolf and heightened senses. And yet, she didn’t care that her boyfriend, if that was what she even consider me to be, has walked in on her riding another man.
She kept moving on top of him, riding him as if her life depended on it, her head thrown back, a moan slipping past her lips like she was in a dream, her legs wide spread, each one of them at the side of my father’s legs, her hair hanging behind her back as she closed her eyes and
