~The Shadow~
If I spend another moment in this stuffy ballroom, I'm going to start shooting people just to release some tension. There are plenty of heads in this room that I wouldn't mind embedding with a bullet.
Addie stands beside me, her tiny hand gripping onto my arm like her life depends on it.
It's f*****g addictive.
"Let's get out of here," I whisper in her ear. Her sweet jasmine smell wafts from the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and I have to grind my teeth against the urge to take a bite.
Flashes of her on her knees, that red rose in her hair as she sucked me off with a belt around that dainty neck... f***k.
A growl slips free, and it takes monumental effort to bite back the satisfied grin when I feel her tremble.
Her reaction is more potent than a drug. It drive
