Alaric's POV
Fuck it...
What the hell just happened? I stood under the shower letting the water fall over me. The image of Cassandra writhing because of intense Desires and anger kept playing in my mind like a broken tape
God damnit. I hissed. I didn't expect myself to lose it like that. She really knew how to pull out my dark side even when she wasn't provocative everything about her just screams out for something I buried deep in me to resurface
I remembered the look in her eyes when she slid down the wall. She was wrecked and devastated, but why did seeing her like that stir something so dark, so primal in me that I didn't want to admit it?
At that moment, I was this close to pressing her against the glass walls and finishing what I started. f**k her until she fixed the glare in
