ADONIS’S POV
I watched as Estelle waltzed away, her backside moving confidently like a gazelle. Her seductive scent lingered, filling my lungs. I couldn't get over the taste and feel of her skin off my mind. If I hadn't been interrupted, I might've f****d here there and then.
But that wasn't going to happen until she gets on her knees for me and beg to be f****d to insanity.
The conversation we had in the car brought me out of my nasty thoughts. A searing rage like nothing I had ever felt coursed through me when I’d seen the bruise on her wrist. All I could think of was snapping Eric’s neck like a twig. But then, I realized just how different we were as much as we were similar. I could never let my emotions get the best of me, and let people trapple all over all in the name of… Love.
