MAYA
My mind was a storm of doubt and pain.
Tristan wasn’t in love with me. He couldn’t be. He was playing with me- using me as a distraction, a toy, a way to satisfy the dark lust he’d kept buried for years. That’s all this was.
All those filthy words, the spankings, the fingers inside me, the obsessive growls… it was just desire. Nothing more. If he really loved me, he would have kissed me. He would have held me like I mattered beyond my body. But he never did. He always stopped short of my lips, like even that was too intimate for whatever this twisted thing between us was.
I hated him for making me fall so hard. I hated myself more for still wanting him.
When I stepped out of the mansion and saw him storming toward us, my heart shattered and burned at the same time.
Jax was sti
