SAINT.
The cold water wasn't helping.
It hit my skin in violent bursts, but it felt like f*****g steam.
My blood still burned like lava in my veins, and my f*****g eyes wouldn't stop glowing red. Valor.
The fucker was pacing restlessly and pushing for full control.
Valor didn't give a f**k about respecting family or boundaries. Give him full control and watch him hunt for the next available female around. And who else would it be if not Eve?
He'd storm into her room and f**k her into a coma.
I didn't even want to imagine the things the bastard would do to her once he got a taste.
"f**k!" I groaned, pumping my c**k harder into my fist as I felt my release so close. This was the fourth release since I walked out on her.
Since when did I suddenly become so insatiable? It felt like I
