ROMAN'S P.O.V
There are two kinds of hunters in this world—
The impulsive carnivores, fueled by their hunger, lunge at the first scent of blood, and they're bound to miss.
And then there are the true predators. The ones who lurk in the shadows, camouflage with nature, wait in silence as they study their prey, learning their every move, every twitch, their weakness, the rhythm of their breath.
They don't rush; they strategize.
We own our prey, and the moment we strike, it's once and it's destruction
Every nerve in my body screams at me to pull over, and f**k her senseless till all she thinks, sees and feels is my c**k gliding in and out of her, filling her pússy and her senses.
But I don't. When I take Callie, it won't be rushed, it'll be her ruin.
My restraints had been hanging o
