Charlotte’s POV
Kieran’s hands were rough against my shoulders, nails digging in through the thin fabric of my nightgown. His eyes were dark with anger, his mouth set in a hard line.
For all intents and purposes, I should have been afraid.
And yet, the look in his eyes, dark and heady and full of an Alpha’s fury, just made him even more attractive to me in that moment.
It didn’t help that he was shirtless, perfect muscles gleaming in the moonlight. His chest looked like it was carved from marble by the hand of a god. My gaze unabashedly traveled downward, toward his torso. It tapered into a perfect V-line that disappeared into his pants, which were slung low around his waist.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my gaze away from that line.
I couldn’t help wondering what he lo
