I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my bloodstream.
I wiped my face with a towel, breathing heavy, as I stared down at Christian Rinaldi. His face was a bloody and bruised mess, and he was spitting blood onto the floor beside him. His eyes were swollen nearly shut, and he was barely recognizable.
Me? I was f*****g soaring.
My muscles tinged in pleasure at being used, and the adrenaline— the thrill of the fight— was pulsing through my veins like electricity, sending endorphins rushing to my brain. Until Evelyn, I would have said it was better than s*x— and even though I hadn’t f****d her yet, I didn’t see how anything could be better or even equal to what it would feel like to be with her.
But finally letting out the frustration from the past weeks— it had me f*****g euphori
