Cooper’s POV
Fuck. f**k, f**k, f**k.
There are so many thoughts swimming through my head right now, I have no idea what to do, think, or say. All I know is that kissing her feels so damn good, and she’s steering us in the direction of her bedroom, and now we’re in her bedroom, and on her bed, and she’s straddling me, and it feels so f*****g good—
No. It’s not enough. It’s not enough to erase the story she told me and the nagging, horrible thoughts of what those men did to her.
There’s so much more I want to know. I want to know how many there were. I want names. I want to find every one of those sick motherfuckers and beat them to a pulp—if not kill them.
The thought of young, teenage Marie, with those big, innocent brown eyes, living in this big house all alone while older men who we
