Chapter Fifty-six:
Keagan’s P.O.V
The spot where Jessica had slapped me tingled with an odd sensation that made my c**k half-hard against my zipper. The memory of her hand connecting with my face played on repeat, every detail seared into my mind. The hatred in her eyes, the way her arousal and hate morphed into a raw, untamed fury – it was intoxicating.
[My fists clenched beside me and I dug the heel of one palm into my eyes, trying to blot out the memory of Jessica in that nightdress, ransacking my room. But it f*****g persisted and my wolf chose that time to imagine more.
Wrapping my fingers around her pale neck, the contrast between–FUCK!
I slammed my fist into the wall, the dull pain a welcome distraction from the unwelcome arousal clawing its way up. I needed to forget the fire
