The slap echoed like thunder.
Sharp. Sudden. Glorious.
My cheek stung, the burn blooming across my skin—and I swear to the f*****g moon, I wanted more.
My jaw twitched. Not from anger. Not from pain.
But from pure, unfiltered arousal.
She slapped me.
Penelope—my mate. My angel. My fury wrapped in sugar and venom.
She slapped me. And walked out like she didn’t just detonate my entire system.
I was hard in seconds. Pathetically. Painfully.
Damon growled, loud in my head. “Bitchhh, she just slapped us—”
“I know.”
“And you’re turned on?!”
“Yes. I am.”
My hand was still tingling from where she pulled out of my grip. My lips still burned from the kiss—God, the way she went stiff, then soft, then furious. Her voice, all breathy rage and heartbreak, had sunk claws into my ribs.
“You’
