Tessa
My heart skips a beat. What does any of this have to do with the beast’s brother?
I swallow, his hands still teasing my cheeks.
“Should we talk about Alfred?” He leans in, his breath brushing against my ears. “Or should we talk about how I intend to punish you?” He asks, whispering.
“Punish me… for what?” I ask, widening my eyes.
He pulls out and smiles.
I don't find it funny, I think I find him irritating and annoying. He seems condescending and intimidating. He is like George. Entitled rich brat.
Nevertheless, my heart still races.
“Really… Have you ever shot a man and gone Scotfree before?”
I stare at the bandage on his shoulder. I am about to speak but a phone buzzes.
I throw my gaze to the direction of the buzz. The female rogue picks it up from the table where papers
