From that day forward, the thing between me and Sebastian became a ticking time bomb.
We started sneaking around behind Vincent's back.
Whenever Vincent left on pack business, we f****d everywhere, his father's bedroom, the bathroom, the living room couch. If Vincent was gone and the smallest window opened up, we took it and tore into each other like animals.
Sebastian's thick Alpha c**k destroyed me every single time. The man knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to push me to the edge, how to make Ayla roll over in total submission, and exactly which angle, which rhythm, would have me sobbing his name and begging him to call me his.
At first, the guilt still had teeth.
Every time, after the s*x, I locked myself in my room and cried. I called myself every filthy name I could th
