Alpha Dante’s POV
My office smelled of leather and aged whiskey. And her.
Morgana.
The familiar space of my office should have grounded me. Instead it only made the memory of her sharper.
As if it wasn’t enough to have her crawling over to me, looking at me with those f**k my throat eyes, calling me daddy…now I can see her.
On my f*****g desk.
Moaning my name, begging me to take her sweet little virgin cunt. f**k. I almost did it.
I almost f****d my son’s wife. Right here in my office.
Now each time I look at my desk, I’ll see her. Laid open and bare for me. All for me.
My c**k, that’s and heavy, twitched at the images of her running through my head. It will take nothing to make Julius find her. Bring her back here so I can finish what she started.
No, I told myself.
Patience. I
